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Shh, shh, shh, Shut down. Ask him how well It worked out When we broke up, Then he wanted me back. How he showed up crying. He's the only other one I've ever called my Polaris, And he called me his Firefly. Late nights in my basement, Giggling quiet because My parents didn't know. Ask him about When I chose him Over my Bird, And he felt like air. Ask him about When he took it Too far, And why I don't wear Miniskirts anymore. Ask him about Valentines, And why his new girlfriend Hates me. Ask him What I'm like When I lose Predictability...
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Ask My "Polaris"
Shh, shh, shh, Shut down. Ask him how well It worked out When we broke up, Then he wanted me back. How he showed up crying. He's the only other one I've ever called my Polaris, And he called me his Firefly. Late nights in my basement, Giggling quiet because My parents didn't know. Ask him about When I chose him Over my Bird, And he felt like air. Ask him about When he took it Too far, And why I don't wear Miniskirts anymore. Ask him about Valentines, And why his new girlfriend Hates me. Ask him What I'm like When I lose Predictability...
I miss playing games. Welcome back old me.
WickedHope
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
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