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I hate in betweens Always have I'd rather know One way or another The truth Suspense is literal torture to my soul But For you Only you I shall try To be understanding To give you that space To be the better person To be "mature". Even though everything I mean everything that is me Screams in madness Fury rippling down my back Fear settling in my stomach All of me If possible Could shake you silly Drive home some sense Hold you tight and refuse Point blank To let go. In hope A teensy bit of it That you will come back To me Back to these arms that miss your angles Back to these lips that miss your own Back to this simple sole body That feels bone dry Rattling empty Without you To fill her in. So be done With these emotions that pull you away And come back to me My friend My love My life.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
In betweens
I hate in betweens Always have I'd rather know One way or another The truth Suspense is literal torture to my soul But For you Only you I shall try To be understanding To give you that space To be the better person To be "mature". Even though everything I mean everything that is me Screams in madness Fury rippling down my back Fear settling in my stomach All of me If possible Could shake you silly Drive home some sense Hold you tight and refuse Point blank To let go. In hope A teensy bit of it That you will come back To me Back to these arms that miss your angles Back to these lips that miss your own Back to this simple sole body That feels bone dry Rattling empty Without you To fill her in. So be done With these emotions that pull you away And come back to me My friend My love My life.
nicole-ruth-ellis
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
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