Proof that drinking and typing don't mix...
And all I can do is cry
for wanting you.
for needing you.
you’re a voice
a picture,
a song.
and feel you in my mind.
to reach with my words.
you’re around the world
around in time
around with her.
the way you sound,
the way you are.
and feel you touch me.
I want to hold you
and feel you love me.
all of you:
Your face
your force
your very life
to dry
And all I can do is cry.
Lot's of people play the guitar.
Why the fuck does it turn me on so much when you do it?
And all I can do is cry...
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