acadiashores
Babyface
another off the cuff one, written out of loneliness and the desire to mean something to somebody.
Tonight
This is the kind of night
where silence hurts my ears,
and loneliness hardens me.
The kind of night,
where in the same prayer,
I ask for love to save me,
and for death to deliver me....
from myself.
Tonight
This is the kind of night
where silence hurts my ears,
and loneliness hardens me.
The kind of night,
where in the same prayer,
I ask for love to save me,
and for death to deliver me....
from myself.
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