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Click hereSuffering Inconsiquentilly
My mind diverted restlessly
And to these thoughts I return
And for these needs I burn
Under the sun of truth, hiding
Parched, but self chiding
Lips bitten with dismay
Longing gets carried away
Sehnsucht, the Germans call it
I feel like an alcoholic
Sipping up sneaky side glances
Steal a smile, heart dances
Knowingly, I bring my head down
My heart wears a thorned crown
A martyr on the altar of empy dreams
Childish hopes, childish themes
Like a rerun of youthful lust
Except with more guilt and self disgust
Fearing societies strict decrees
But God I just want you in-fucking-side me!!
I kiked. you may have hurt your case with the first line. The middle I liked the best.