I write letters to girls
that I think could
have been perfect with me.
But they turn out to be
either
bimbos or taken.
I’m done being lonely.
I need to be touched,
and I don’t want to be alone.
November 27, 2007 by anonymouscleaner
I write letters to girls
that I think could
have been perfect with me.
But they turn out to be
either
bimbos or taken.
I’m done being lonely.
I need to be touched,
and I don’t want to be alone.