Peoms..

Long Distance

I am jealous of everyone who;
Has a hand to hold, to ward away the cold.
Everyone who's love can
Tug them close and hold them snug and warm.
Everyone who's sweetie
Walks them to class and plants a kiss on their cheek.
Everyone who's one true love
Has found them and is seemingly bound to them.
I pitey the poor fool who falls
In love with a man far far away.
Anyone who finds their love...
And yet has not...
Anyone who's found that love
And yet their hand is still cold and unheld.
Anyone who's love is is unable
To tug them close and hold them snug.
Anyone who's found their sweetie,
But walks to class alone and kissless.
Anyone who's true love is found,
And yet lost and unbound.
I pity anyone like me,
I've found the one who's hand
I wanna hold to ward away the cold,
And yet my hands can not reach for his.
Then I want to tug him close,
And keep him warm and snug,
Yet I'm snug/tugless.
I've found my sweetie...
But alone I walk sad head hangin kissless and alone.
My love has been found,
And yet he is lost to me,
And unbound.
I pity myself for loving a man,
So far away I can't imagine how I'll ever get to him!!
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