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David Watt Jul 2010
i hate it when you brush your hair,
in nothing but your underwear!
howd you get a **** like that?
that all the boys just want to pat!
your a ******* and a ****** ***,
the kind i really just want to hit!
but equally i just want your kiss,
and the taste of oh such sublime bliss!
David Watt Jul 2010
Your looking at an empty shell,
One that has endured a twisted hell.
Rouse me with a single kiss,
And remind me of that sumptuous bliss.

Listen to the song of my lament,
The notes sing of a hearts tortured repent,
With each step I flake into the air
As my eyes deceive tears with a fixed piercing stare.

There was someone in here,
That held me when I shed a tear.
He left my heart to die,
And my soul no longer tries.
David Watt Jul 2010
The ones we look for are not the ones we dream of.
The ones we run to are the ones that never desert us.
The ones passions burn for are not the beautiful.
The ones you never miss because they never leave hold a secret flame and branch of our hearts that burn eternally within us.

I speak of the love we have overlooked, the one you have known and cherished but never freed.
My dreams linger on your lips,
My passions upon your fingertips,
My love falters as my patience slips..

That person who holds you in such tension,
His affections show through unintention.
You lie alone and weep in desolation
As they gaze upon you with such lamentation.

— The End —