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'Are you okay now?' Oh, darling, if only you knew, Only if you could see the light, I see in you with my eyes, If only you could hear the music that weaves itself, When you open your lovely mouth. (But if anything, I am adept at cowardly self restraint, Whitled from rotting words and empty dreams, Chipped and jagged, broken shards. Yet your eyes, those deep wells, Brimming with happiness, With sorrow stifled within smiles, If only you knew, If only you could see. I'm burning up, my defenses breaking, With every moment the two of us share. This provokes me, this change of season in the depths of my mind, Replacing feral winter with lovely spring, Peace of mind. My satisfaction, Albeit a solitary one has been ravaged apart. It tasted pungent, sweet, and Maddeningly powerful, Yet the smell of your words is far intoxicating, Letting loose all my inhibitions. If only you could see what you meant to me, Would you be as scared as I am now?) Shaking my head, dispelling this hasty afterthought, Of course I am, I reply, With you here, what else could I be? And you cover it with an immaculate laugh, chiding me on my flirtatiousness, If only you could see, what you meant to me.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
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'Are you okay now?' Oh, darling, if only you knew, Only if you could see the light, I see in you with my eyes, If only you could hear the music that weaves itself, When you open your lovely mouth. (But if anything, I am adept at cowardly self restraint, Whitled from rotting words and empty dreams, Chipped and jagged, broken shards. Yet your eyes, those deep wells, Brimming with happiness, With sorrow stifled within smiles, If only you knew, If only you could see. I'm burning up, my defenses breaking, With every moment the two of us share. This provokes me, this change of season in the depths of my mind, Replacing feral winter with lovely spring, Peace of mind. My satisfaction, Albeit a solitary one has been ravaged apart. It tasted pungent, sweet, and Maddeningly powerful, Yet the smell of your words is far intoxicating, Letting loose all my inhibitions. If only you could see what you meant to me, Would you be as scared as I am now?) Shaking my head, dispelling this hasty afterthought, Of course I am, I reply, With you here, what else could I be? And you cover it with an immaculate laugh, chiding me on my flirtatiousness, If only you could see, what you meant to me.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
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