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I like my own things. and i'm not a fallower, if you ask me a question i'll be straight up honest with you. n i love to write poetry. |
He was crippled,
But only his body was cracked...
Kiss me till death do us part,
hold me till sunset turns to sunrise...
I opened my heart to you.
and you sounded like your love for me was untrue...
This poem was writing to me last year, and I...
The more I think of you...
The smile that you used to have.
the look you gave me in your deep blue eyes...
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After the 30 seconds staring into his baby blue eyes, lean into the kiss, the kiss of laughter. |
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I would cry for you, |
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It's eaiser to put the knife to your wrists, then it is to say "i love you" |