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Watching him lying there
Shirtless, spraining my imagination

Images of him on a beach
In glorious slow motion

The lady in me craves his
Mouth on mine while his large

Hands keep me from falling down
Legs intentionally spread apart

Winking faces, suggestive conversations
How much more obvious do I need to be?
Watching from my bedroom window
As he does his chores down below

A teenage girl’s endless joy
Not to mention he’s our pizza boy

Rippling muscles, tight tan skin
The perfect prize I’m desperate to win

Deep **** voice, that shaggy brown hair
His stupid girlfriend who I know doesn’t care

With a bright smile, I want more
From my perfect boy next door
Maybe I love you
But maybe I don’t
Maybe you could
But maybe you won’t
She said this, He said that
Unknown in the known
If these walls could talk
Your ears would be on fire

The things people say
Sharper then a knife
Faster than bullet
Straight in the heart

How did they know?
Truth lies with deceit
Friends disguised as enemies
All the blame can’t just be on me
Warning signs
Etched deep in my skin
Unwanted
Burning me inside out
That need to know
What I really am
Estranged
Hiding behind long sleeves
Solid blue jeans
All alone
Any knife or shard will do
A pioneer in bloodshed  
Painfully Permanent
Greed
How much more
can my canvas take?
Failure
And across my wrist
A final and fatal
*Goodbye
I tried to move away, from the thoughts
We once shared, flying away from
The way you made me feel

There you are hidden in plain sight
Taunting me with the new life
It was too easy for you to find

Are you happy with that girl?
The one I secretly hated
Our love shattered

Tear soaked goodbyes
Life spins in another direction
Without your heart to stabilize  me

Laughing with you loving only you
How could you forget?
All our good times
Strained touch, No hands
Something only a woman understands
Money on the table, Water by the bed
The tears she pretends she never shed

Life lived in others, isn't a life at all
Faking away from their love's fall
Pimps. ****** better known as friends
Working with only twists and bends

Faded bruises, broken bones
Hush, quiet no one knows
Mommy, Daddy think's shes dead
Those tears we know she shed
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