Although I wish they were,
Your eyes were not made
To drink in my presence
Like a kindergartner with a juice box.
Your hands were not created
To touch away the pain I feel
After a day that crashed around me
Has taken away my hope.
And even though ours fit together,
Your lips were not crafted
To press against mine
In a spur of the moment thought.
And you were not invented
To love me.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Although I wish they were,
Your eyes were not made
To drink in my presence
Like a kindergartner with a juice box.
Your hands were not created
To touch away the pain I feel
After a day that crashed around me
Has taken away my hope.
And even though ours fit together,
Your lips were not crafted
To press against mine
In a spur of the moment thought.
And you were not invented
To love me.
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