i like the way you look at me,
but i hate it when you do.
i love it when you kiss my heart,
but it hurts, that's just the truth.
when you leave and look into her eyes,
it reminds me your body is owned.
and this fact gets lost in my abundance of thoughts,
when you bring beauty to my sight of grey tones.
i hate you, but god, are you beautiful.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
i like the way you look at me,
but i hate it when you do.
i love it when you kiss my heart,
but it hurts, that's just the truth.
when you leave and look into her eyes,
it reminds me your body is owned.
and this fact gets lost in my abundance of thoughts,
when you bring beauty to my sight of grey tones.
i hate you, but god, are you beautiful.
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