| Neutiquam erro.
"I am not lost."
Too rare to live, too rare to die. |
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| All your twisted thoughts free flow
to everlasting memories.
Show soul.
Kiss the stars with me.
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning us life.
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young.
I know that's true because so long I was
so in love with you
so I thought.
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| Comparison to a girl who has much more value in her worth. Contemplations for a girl who has been broken by her sins. "Spare me my heart, for I adore all that you are." I'm lying to myself. I won't hurt from what you don't intend. The insides are killing me for they know that I have sinned. Liars and whores. Fakes and cheats.
This is not an inspection of an activity log. Shed more tears, you worthless little girl. The love he has for you is not ready; it is concealed. Pass the test of sacredness; you lie so you can feel his restrained love that will not heal.
Please don't ask me about improvements. I know you're incapable of reciprocating what I feel.
I'm sick of questions and answers. The truth is what I told. If you don't trust me, you don't love me. I'm losing sleep because of you.
The bottom line is I can bare my soul to the world with all the things that breathe life into my useless body, but you still couldn't accept me til I pass this truth and dare.
I'm crying myself to sleep tonight. Wait. You're not there. You don't even know that something's wrong. |
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| I like it when you call me, a false hope of you answering rather than hanging up. I like it even more when I call you back, and I hear you at the first ring.
Our Morse Code.
I like laying on top of you, shirts off with your hands caressing my skin. Sudden thrills of excitement shoot through me when they graze out of their way.
I'm only asking you to hold me when I kiss your gentle lips. They feel better between mine when I know you've encased me. Even in darkness, I've memorized your map, but the heat that radiates off your body distracts me.
I want more, so much more, and I'm thankful for the lines that keep us together. I miss you, I miss you. Two years seems like forever.
Just promise me all the things you did, before we fell asleep next to the phones recalling these past nights spent together. Nine more days, and together again at last.
Good afternoon my dear, it was nice to hear you smile. It's only a few more days til I can wake up next to you again.
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| blurs of red passing through the blinds. just another day gone wrong. |
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