I've walked a thousand miles
In a thousand pairs of shoes
With my heart in my hand
And everything to lose
I've been trying so long to find someone to love
Sometimes I think I'm asking too much
Who says she's gotta be sent from above?
Poets are so full of that stuff
I need comfort at the end of a long day
I need someone to shelter from the cold
I don't need someone to love
I just need somebody to hold
The bars and the parties are all the same
Getting her digits and remembering her name
Sometimes I get tired and the dance gets old
I don't want to play those romantic games
I need comfort at the end of a long day
I need someone to shelter from the cold
I don't need someone to love
I just need somebody to hold
Glad I found it. I posted a link to an old poem of mine in a comment yesterday, and I've been going over my old work. This one has never been posted, so you get to see some unreleased Dark-work. (But Dark, aren't they all unreleased? Quiet you!)
