I am stuck as the shoulder,
When she knows I want much more,
Upon my heart sits a one ton boulder,
What the hell am I waiting for?
I can hold up a shield,
But eventually I must explain,
How I want her needs revealed,
Before I am consumed by its pain.
The blood runs through us both,
But hear my cries if she may,
Please take my oath,
That we would not be another cliche.
I am stuck as the shoulder,
When she knows I want much more,
Upon my heart sits a one ton boulder,
What the hell am I waiting for?
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