O’ how I waited for love
But now, it’s too late
I’ll never speak words of it
To man wrapped in the comforter
As I recite with a bowl of ice cream
Feeding him a vanilla-chocolate swirl
Until the last drop is in his mouth
O’ how in middle-aged, I see no one
Would want these sagging skin and bones
And the emotional scars, though invisble
To other can just appear
I would be afraid to show my face
So, I wear a mask
O’ how I wanted to express my love to anyone
But now, it’s too late
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