raskol · Jan 18, 2011
Confessions of a Recovered Romantic

I used to look at pretty girls
walking away
and had to repress a desire
to follow
with thoughts of fun

Now when a pretty girl
looks at me
I quail inside
and have to repress a desire
to not just walk away
but run

love is not my strong suit.....even if I like dealing from the bottom of the deck
 
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