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I could have had you. I was so close. But, I didn't want you to be #2. For, you are a rose, and no rose worthy of my time, who managed to make it into my rhyme, would ever be allowed to be a #2. So now it's just the waiting game. I wish I could give you all the blame. So that you can finally leave my mind, I don't even care if it makes me blind. but, I like you too much for that. To let you leave so easily. I hope you can believe me When I say, "I like you." But don't worry, honey. I'll make it to you eventually, so for now, I'll learn to kiss. I'll learn to make love. I will learn to strip lungs of breath. And it will all be for you darling. Because, I'm playing the waiting game. and I cannot wait till it's my turn.
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
The Waiting Game
I could have had you. I was so close. But, I didn't want you to be #2. For, you are a rose, and no rose worthy of my time, who managed to make it into my rhyme, would ever be allowed to be a #2. So now it's just the waiting game. I wish I could give you all the blame. So that you can finally leave my mind, I don't even care if it makes me blind. but, I like you too much for that. To let you leave so easily. I hope you can believe me When I say, "I like you." But don't worry, honey. I'll make it to you eventually, so for now, I'll learn to kiss. I'll learn to make love. I will learn to strip lungs of breath. And it will all be for you darling. Because, I'm playing the waiting game. and I cannot wait till it's my turn.
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
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