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Lost in my own made up reality of us, I forgot that you're just a boy. You don't deserve the honey from my comb. The breakfast in bed. The dinner followed by foreplay and passionate *** You don't deserve it. I never thought out of a million people it would be you. You were the moon that lit up my sea of naked flowing water, dark rushing stop slow breath down my back, love me till I realized that you love me the same way I love you. You lied to me and you kept lying. I trusted you with my heart, mind, body and soul. Isn't that enough? You're so incompetent. But as those waves settle and the storm dissipates, The clouds move and you're revealed. Not your representative but your actual being. Your intentions and true feelings are revealed. I feel dead. This was the end of the road for the love we shared, I still love you. But, this tragedy has turned me cold and I'll never love the same way again. I pray that the next man I meet won't resemble a boy and will be the man that I need.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Love cut short.
Lost in my own made up reality of us, I forgot that you're just a boy. You don't deserve the honey from my comb. The breakfast in bed. The dinner followed by foreplay and passionate *** You don't deserve it. I never thought out of a million people it would be you. You were the moon that lit up my sea of naked flowing water, dark rushing stop slow breath down my back, love me till I realized that you love me the same way I love you. You lied to me and you kept lying. I trusted you with my heart, mind, body and soul. Isn't that enough? You're so incompetent. But as those waves settle and the storm dissipates, The clouds move and you're revealed. Not your representative but your actual being. Your intentions and true feelings are revealed. I feel dead. This was the end of the road for the love we shared, I still love you. But, this tragedy has turned me cold and I'll never love the same way again. I pray that the next man I meet won't resemble a boy and will be the man that I need.
Mozelle
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
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