A Love To Call My Own
Sometimes late at nite, I long for a love that i could call my own, To touch, to feel, to be one with another, To just have someone love me, Or to have someone stay long enough to try, But sadly enough no one does, They leave before i can show them that i have a heart, That im not always so cold and empty, That despite my actions i too can love, That i too can feel, But no one stays, No one seem to be able to love me pass my faults, Pass my failures, pass all of my pain, So i lay alone in my bed at nite, Wishing, wanting, hoping for a love to call my owni feel like this a lil, or more alot, aww, i need love Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 12:31 PM PST 0 • 8
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