Single Lonesome, desperate Flirting, wining, dining “It’s me, not you.” Lying, crying, sobbing Broken, desperate Alone Share this:TwitterEmailRedditFacebookPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related 6 Comments why desperate and flirting and not dedicated and loving.. Reply It’s meant to pair with last Thursday’s poem and to be the other side of the coin. Reply oh ! ooops..hee hee S’ok. Thanks for reading 🙂 thank you for forgiving 🙂 Anytime 🙂 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: SkyfallNext Next post: Thunderstruck
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why desperate and flirting and not dedicated and loving..
It’s meant to pair with last Thursday’s poem and to be the other side of the coin.
oh ! ooops..hee hee
S’ok. Thanks for reading 🙂
thank you for forgiving 🙂
Anytime 🙂