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Love To my past, I'm sorry I put up barriers so you couldn't reach me You scared me, so free with me but i couldn't see past my view You were the same as yesterday Impetus that i would look past you You would look me in the light and smile Oh that smile, I loved to smile but i still couldn't see It was me Too many hells to deal with Broken inside making sure you wouldn't see this Our connection was bright as sun I could only glance for so long You wanted to tie me around your body and breathe with you, but i was still learning to change the heart beating blues If i could've given you a chance and time I would feel your heart beating in sync with mine Like a rhythm that doesn't hold back Two lovers that meet at the sound of a hi-hat I would hear you drumming deep in my chest As i would string the bass that twisted tongues and bodies pressed I love you forever Just from afar we stand Searching for that feeling as lovers pass only to glimpse at the love that has surpassed the stages of the past. My last;
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
To Him,
Love To my past, I'm sorry I put up barriers so you couldn't reach me You scared me, so free with me but i couldn't see past my view You were the same as yesterday Impetus that i would look past you You would look me in the light and smile Oh that smile, I loved to smile but i still couldn't see It was me Too many hells to deal with Broken inside making sure you wouldn't see this Our connection was bright as sun I could only glance for so long You wanted to tie me around your body and breathe with you, but i was still learning to change the heart beating blues If i could've given you a chance and time I would feel your heart beating in sync with mine Like a rhythm that doesn't hold back Two lovers that meet at the sound of a hi-hat I would hear you drumming deep in my chest As i would string the bass that twisted tongues and bodies pressed I love you forever Just from afar we stand Searching for that feeling as lovers pass only to glimpse at the love that has surpassed the stages of the past. My last;
love;
dawynshunter
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dawynshunter
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
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