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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2005-11-11 | |
God woman, you're beautiful. Your gentle curves, highlighted by the golden sun, hold me captive in your essence. Your laughing eyes, ever dancing, call me into the realm of not-awake-not-asleep, as I crave you. Maybe it's the summer's heat, or maybe you're just the perfect woman; a life-force to me.
It aches: my heart. It's bursting with the thought that you are so close to me, yet so far. It hurts whenever you aren't around, but moreso when you are. Pain stains my shirt: a spray of red love tattooed onto my heart. You are sitting beside me, but I cannot reach you. I have trouble whenever you are near.
I'm in love. I can't help myself. I tell you. You're too busy for me, or so you say. I know the truth though. You like men with 'big muscles and a thick neck'.
I want a second chance. But I've been hurt. Too many times. I don't want to hurt again, but i want a second chance. I want you to love me the way that I love you, but I know you'll just become more distant from it. My heart is broken.
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