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Fingers locked in one emotion eyes don’t stray, they’re falling skyward. Watch the nights with lights exploding Fireworks rain down, you’ll notice confessions leave the heart exposed and much too weak but keep your focus. Just be brave and be courageous She’ll thank you after for your love, though you may think she is facetious. Hesitation makes you mirthless. Love’s like this: it’s full of hurt and scars and petty disappointments. While I learn the art of patience. Come some day you’ll be her one. Bend the doubts which mostly lead to love’s inebriation and watch my crimson patience drain from full to empty. We’ll fight in fright as floods of rage are stitched to merry words. She is every bit as lovely and wistful as I know, though every time she beams her brightness is so blinding. In love and years, I’ll wait like this and nothing less. The moment will come when all the hopeful lies I hold, I’ll trade them for her truth. Though we’re young and full of folly, limerence is a madness still.
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Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
Wait Right Here
Fingers locked in one emotion eyes don’t stray, they’re falling skyward. Watch the nights with lights exploding Fireworks rain down, you’ll notice confessions leave the heart exposed and much too weak but keep your focus. Just be brave and be courageous She’ll thank you after for your love, though you may think she is facetious. Hesitation makes you mirthless. Love’s like this: it’s full of hurt and scars and petty disappointments. While I learn the art of patience. Come some day you’ll be her one. Bend the doubts which mostly lead to love’s inebriation and watch my crimson patience drain from full to empty. We’ll fight in fright as floods of rage are stitched to merry words. She is every bit as lovely and wistful as I know, though every time she beams her brightness is so blinding. In love and years, I’ll wait like this and nothing less. The moment will come when all the hopeful lies I hold, I’ll trade them for her truth. Though we’re young and full of folly, limerence is a madness still.
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Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
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