marked, by you
to find someone who fits the bill,
yet not be able to tell if i fit his.
to fall, hook, line and sinker,
and be left gasping for air.
to go on this rollercoaster ride,
again.
waiting here, a sitting duck,
looking forward to his return.
yet apprehensive,
for maybe what's flying towards me,
is the end.
to find someone who fits the bill,
yet not be able to tell if i fit his.
to fall, hook, line and sinker,
and be left gasping for air.
to go on this rollercoaster ride,
again.
waiting here, a sitting duck,
looking forward to his return.
yet apprehensive,
for maybe what's flying towards me,
is the end.
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