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You are the tourist through my wild feelings You visit intermittently with expectations Seeking gratification to your longing You have the best of time then you are departed We have unrivaled fun when you are here But before long you are gone and I remain alone Sharing my blues with my ink and brush And my happiness with my faithful alphabets You awe and oh Confusing scars for beauty spots Why dont you stay Face my predators with me I may paint a mountain of hope Which you will admire but never climb I may paint a dispossessed face But it will never be you You may imagine yourself in my shoes But you will never wear them I may touch your heart But I may never win it My wild feelings are the coke That give you a temporary high you seek Ours is no strings attached so I wake up alone Feeling empty after a night of excitement You like me but you wont stay I will give you the best time when you visit And miss you when you are gone When its just me and my faithful alphabets
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
Dear Reader
You are the tourist through my wild feelings You visit intermittently with expectations Seeking gratification to your longing You have the best of time then you are departed We have unrivaled fun when you are here But before long you are gone and I remain alone Sharing my blues with my ink and brush And my happiness with my faithful alphabets You awe and oh Confusing scars for beauty spots Why dont you stay Face my predators with me I may paint a mountain of hope Which you will admire but never climb I may paint a dispossessed face But it will never be you You may imagine yourself in my shoes But you will never wear them I may touch your heart But I may never win it My wild feelings are the coke That give you a temporary high you seek Ours is no strings attached so I wake up alone Feeling empty after a night of excitement You like me but you wont stay I will give you the best time when you visit And miss you when you are gone When its just me and my faithful alphabets
You may read it but you might never feel it
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
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