Strung Along With No Where To Belong
The chai latte is hot.
More of it I should have got.
The coffee house patience is taught.
At old people's house their bread rots.
This weekend it rained
Staying indoors all the time is a strain.
Being alone is a lonely pain.
Being single not the same.
As marriage is love with a name.
True love never came.
Being low class is to blame.
I am sick of the mind games.
© Harmony Sapphire.All rights reserved
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