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If I could turn back time I would hit Backspace all day, Id put on Caps Lock and SHOUT what I say. I'd use the whole Alphabet To tell you hello, Press seven Numbers Til you picked up the phone. I'd Tab through the comments I didn't want to hear, And use the Arrow Keys To drag your body near. I would Delete the harsh words I didn't mean to speak, And Insert the "I love yous" I before couldn't leak. I would use Ctrl to Keep reigns over my heart, And I would Escape lies That tore us apart. I'd Print out your photo And kiss it goodnight, Use the Calculator To check that we were right. I'd Paint you a picture of us, you and me, Then I'd hit Enter Just so you would see. Those are the things I would do in my strife, If only Backspace worked in real life.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Backspace
I can no longer hide My soul ignited once disparaged I long to share it The chills in my spine put into words Lips on skin Eyes filled with sin What is this sensation I drip colors you cannot see Heightening my passion Enhancing my touch Raw emotion channeled as such My desire aches The color of flush My cage breaks Expressions of lust I do not fear it I can hear you blush My favorite sound Our souls combust
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
I drip colors you cannot see
i touched your soul and scribbled my name on it love, you’ll never get lost again
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
i touched your soul
You're warm A welcome change in temperature from my surroundings Not to say they're cold Just not as warm nor as comfortable As I find you to be It's more of a preference, really So anyways... I can see the light That is, transportation The ability to drive myself places (to go visit you) Maybe we could go get some conversation? I hear it's delicious. Only for two though Which is funny but warm. Like you are
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Warm
frailer than crystal, you cradle them with the utmost of heed. more potent than a king they are, turning your "want" into "need". ever so attentively, you hide them inside in the deepest corners of your being, thy are kept far from reach. so precious they are, to your heart you hold them so dear until they are mercilessly snatched from your hands and sent tumbling down to your feet. in slow motion, they shatter. your dreams. once protected in the chambers of your heart, now fragmented, piece by piece, dream by dream.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
your dreams