Short and bitter-sweetMature

On the 22nd
Of July
My friends are trying to go airsofting
And I want to go with them
And if I book
I cannot back out

Not that I should mind,
I need friends, I know you do,
Aswell, as much, as I.

At least you have them,
And can go to them,
If you really really tried.

But I...
I want to try.

I want to see her face again,
Feel her soft skin against my
Tiny hands.

We both want to be,
In each other's arms,

Warm and together,
We both want to be.

The End

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