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Oct 2011 · 622
The clichéd love
Lauren Huntley Oct 2011
The way I love you has been described by millions, felt by billions
Like a thousand burning suns… or something like that
I think you’re awfully perfect.

We both sleep on the same side of the bed
But you always give it to me.
And you don’t care
When I put my cold feet on your back.

And you always make up
Unnecessary scenarios with me
And our friends just don’t understand
What we’re even talking about.

One of my favorite things
Is to see you look at someone else
Then look back at me
And I can see the fire light up in your eyes.

Remember for Christmas,
When we got each other the same **** stuffed alligator
From four states away?
And how funny is it that
We love each other so much that we have the same birthday?

In fact sometimes I think we share a soul.
Except that mine’s a little off
And yours is perfect
Actually beyond perfect.

And I love how you tip the waiters well
Even when they’re *******
Because who knows?
They could have just been having a bad day.

It’s so funny to me,
The things we say half asleep
And other people would just die
If they knew how crazy we are for each other
And how crazy we’ve always been.

Remember when our love when it was hidden
We couldn’t even look at each other
Or else they’d know
And we’d say it almost killed us.
Oct 2011 · 658
Sweet Dreams
Lauren Huntley Oct 2011
Mom cant you see
I’m dying here I can’t breathe
I can’t speak
You can’t see it in my eyes
Please I am begging
Save my life

How can you stroke my hair
When in my mind
There’s nothing there

I think my jaws glued shut
Im crawling on the ground
Whyd you turn the music up

Please mom can’t you see?
Then I woke up.
******* my mind.

— The End —