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Feb 2013
I have this bottle of wine,
And no sleep.
You're all that's on my mind
And it's you,
I wish I could keep.

My heart is in my hands,
But you're too far to reach it.
I wish you could understand
Without your defenses.

I know I hurt you,
And I regret every second of it.
What can I do,
To prove this love is meant?

To be for us,
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Can we please discuss
What our hearts have to say?

You are too far for me to grasp,
Just out of reach.
Let's let go of our past.
I'll give the opening speech.

I love you,
And we're meant to be together..
I wish there was something I could do
To show you this burning fervor.

We're perfect for each other,
And I don't think you can see.
How this has occurred
And how much you really mean to me.

I'll keep drinking my wine,
While writing about how I feel.
My spine is aching.
I think I'm done with this confession...
This is unreal.
My heart is breaking,
And I have no destination.

I sit alone and think of you for hours
Wishing you were here to hold me.
But instead, upon myself I devour,
The idea of what I think is meant to be.
Chelsea Hopkins
Written by
Chelsea Hopkins  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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   Ace Malarky
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