A day has gone

A week has passed,

A month will soon be over.

I can't last too much longer,

I am getting weaker.

My heart is missing your love

My body is missing your touches,

My mouth is missing your kisses

My ego is missing your compliments,

My conscience is tearing me to pieces.

I need to ask you something.

I need to ask for...

Forgiveness.

Eve Hall 2000

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