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stuck

I know better, Is there such thing? Feelings like this, They can’t be felt. Your body speaks it, Your eyes show it, It breaks me. Every part of me, Wants every part, Of you, It drives me mad. The lust is obscene, Stare at me, deeply, Gazing, heart throbbing, Head spinning, no words, Just to stare. Your presence, I smile. Your eyes, They shine. Your stare, It’s stolen, And it’s wrong. Every part, every want, Every need, Everything, It’s all so messed up. But that doesn’t make it stop, Feelings so strong, It is unexplainable. When will it stop? Around the clock, All I think about, Every time, is you. Scared, fast, What’s happening? If I stumbled, Fell, and crashed, Would you pick me back up? Worried, young, Struck, thinking, Wondering, and wandering. Therefore, I am stuck.
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Nov 17, 2011
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