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This is not a good poem it is merely a collection of scattered thoughts that match my disorganized mind I came home You were one of the few people That I secretly hoped to see Next thing I remember I was holding your hand needing you to hold mine too hands on your chest purple dress shirt A summer full of pent up attraction (for me) (for you? Probably not) finally put to action Recklessly and carelessly I valued the friendship the innocent connection of our similarities tears of laughter and mutual respect and now this event has caused me some uncertainty It was passionate Maybe I don't regret it Probably I regret not remembering How it even happened in the first place What did I do? I closed my eyes the world disappeared and when I opened them I was looking at you my lips inches from yours I discovered that you are a good kisser be flattered that I chose you It doesn't happen often know that I am still quite fond of you And sometimes my thoughts Travel to that drunken night once a year when everything is excusable and I was happy just to be with you and even happier that you chose me too
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
Dedicated to: A very Good person
This is not a good poem it is merely a collection of scattered thoughts that match my disorganized mind I came home You were one of the few people That I secretly hoped to see Next thing I remember I was holding your hand needing you to hold mine too hands on your chest purple dress shirt A summer full of pent up attraction (for me) (for you? Probably not) finally put to action Recklessly and carelessly I valued the friendship the innocent connection of our similarities tears of laughter and mutual respect and now this event has caused me some uncertainty It was passionate Maybe I don't regret it Probably I regret not remembering How it even happened in the first place What did I do? I closed my eyes the world disappeared and when I opened them I was looking at you my lips inches from yours I discovered that you are a good kisser be flattered that I chose you It doesn't happen often know that I am still quite fond of you And sometimes my thoughts Travel to that drunken night once a year when everything is excusable and I was happy just to be with you and even happier that you chose me too
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
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