Sick Again

Home alone and so love sick,

 

I’m reading all your letters,

 

Thinking I might find a clue,

 

Of where it all went wrong,

 

And I can’t help but think that you,

 

Were pretending all along,

 

Your bronze skin glows,

 

I miss the touch,

 

And I can hardly stand it

 

I’m missing you so very much,

 

But I’ll never admit it.

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