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that pretty face i try to ignore but its on my face whenever I see those curly strands bruise my eyes sore why would you not just let me be I cant stand not being seen by you some curtains stand between you and I a horde of girls that I must peer through while I sit sighing and quietly spy Id come out this room just to smile at you but thats pretty creepy but its what I would do cant come out this room you dont seem inviting must wait for the time when at me, you're smiling see, its difficult to show the real me since at first glance, I can be peculiar but spend and hour, maybe two and you will notice soon, I am familiar dont think you want a diamond nor flashy cars with auto-pilot I hope you arent that kind of girl you seem like some kind of riot I picture you with burning flags face paint with a jokers grin crazy eyes of a pyromaniac but just for the fun of whim as you can see, i know nothing of you I sit in my room and spy what you show you live your life while I live mine wish our lives were tied with a bow
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
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that pretty face i try to ignore but its on my face whenever I see those curly strands bruise my eyes sore why would you not just let me be I cant stand not being seen by you some curtains stand between you and I a horde of girls that I must peer through while I sit sighing and quietly spy Id come out this room just to smile at you but thats pretty creepy but its what I would do cant come out this room you dont seem inviting must wait for the time when at me, you're smiling see, its difficult to show the real me since at first glance, I can be peculiar but spend and hour, maybe two and you will notice soon, I am familiar dont think you want a diamond nor flashy cars with auto-pilot I hope you arent that kind of girl you seem like some kind of riot I picture you with burning flags face paint with a jokers grin crazy eyes of a pyromaniac but just for the fun of whim as you can see, i know nothing of you I sit in my room and spy what you show you live your life while I live mine wish our lives were tied with a bow
difficult to explain this poem. does come straight out of my heart. might not be full of fluidity, but definitely shares my pain
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
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