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I love... I love the way you dress, With frills and furling fabrics. I love the way you walk, With rhythmic sway and purpose. I love the way you smile, With half-curled lips, perked cheeks and laughing eyes. I love the way you smell, As if picked fresh from a gardens bed. I love the way you talk, So chaotic and disorganized but so sure of yourself. I love the way you sleep, Tangled in my arms, head upon my shoulder, soul upon my soul. I love the way you kiss, Quivering, curious, tender and wanting. I love the way you make me feel, Alive. - I hate... I hate the way you dress, With putrid colors and filthy earthen shapes. I hate the way you walk, With spiteful tease and slithering method. I hate the way you smile, With twisted jaws, and mocking eyes. I hate the way you smell, Like decomposing undergrowth. I hate the way you talk, So useless, so pathetic, so unsure. I hate the way you sleep, Leaving nothing but perfume on my pillow, taunting me. I hate the way you kiss, So distant, uncaring, so primal, so scarce. I hate the way you make me feel, Alone. N.H.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Love and Hate
I love... I love the way you dress, With frills and furling fabrics. I love the way you walk, With rhythmic sway and purpose. I love the way you smile, With half-curled lips, perked cheeks and laughing eyes. I love the way you smell, As if picked fresh from a gardens bed. I love the way you talk, So chaotic and disorganized but so sure of yourself. I love the way you sleep, Tangled in my arms, head upon my shoulder, soul upon my soul. I love the way you kiss, Quivering, curious, tender and wanting. I love the way you make me feel, Alive. - I hate... I hate the way you dress, With putrid colors and filthy earthen shapes. I hate the way you walk, With spiteful tease and slithering method. I hate the way you smile, With twisted jaws, and mocking eyes. I hate the way you smell, Like decomposing undergrowth. I hate the way you talk, So useless, so pathetic, so unsure. I hate the way you sleep, Leaving nothing but perfume on my pillow, taunting me. I hate the way you kiss, So distant, uncaring, so primal, so scarce. I hate the way you make me feel, Alone. N.H.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
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