I nicked myself shaving,
No blood draining,
And never explaining,
Why my heart is refraining.
If only I had a nickel,
For why people are so fickle.
I wait, I wish, I linger,
I watch the nick on my finger.
As I think of moments passed,
As I wonder if this will las't.
The pain, dull and aching,
Yet my soul never forsaking,
That I am his for the taking.
*sigh* Men.
A-freakin-men!
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