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If he would let me I’d marvel at your ebony hair falling weightlessly down your tired shoulders Oh, how it kills me with jealousy If he would let me I’d run my fingers through them finding comfort in its thickness creating paths of discovery If he would let me I’d sit for hours marveling at those hazel eyes, very dark hazel eyes trying to dissect their histories stories and even their romances If he would let me I’d embrace you tightly, till my heart speaks with yours in beats in sync If he would let me I’d hold your hand and feel the rush of a 16 year old high on butterflies and blushes If he would let me I’d kiss those wine red lips and get drunk off of their toxicity **** sobriety at this point If he would let me I’d lie on the hood of my car under the stars, with you listening to you foretelling a vague future of fame and glory If he would let me I’d paint a portrait of ultimate beauty with my fingertips on your freckled skin that’ll drive Aphrodite mad If he would let me I’ll stay high of off your laughter enjoying the lightness of joy all day, everyday If he would let me I’d go forth and give you it but every time I reach inside my rib cage to grab it it pulls back and protrudes thorns Oh dear heart why have you sedated your being I do miss me some adrenaline? Why won’t you let me? “I have heard many pumps you idiot but none like mine you think I like being prozac-ked by your silly fear? Oh dear you are a fool indeed”
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
If he would let me..
If he would let me I’d marvel at your ebony hair falling weightlessly down your tired shoulders Oh, how it kills me with jealousy If he would let me I’d run my fingers through them finding comfort in its thickness creating paths of discovery If he would let me I’d sit for hours marveling at those hazel eyes, very dark hazel eyes trying to dissect their histories stories and even their romances If he would let me I’d embrace you tightly, till my heart speaks with yours in beats in sync If he would let me I’d hold your hand and feel the rush of a 16 year old high on butterflies and blushes If he would let me I’d kiss those wine red lips and get drunk off of their toxicity **** sobriety at this point If he would let me I’d lie on the hood of my car under the stars, with you listening to you foretelling a vague future of fame and glory If he would let me I’d paint a portrait of ultimate beauty with my fingertips on your freckled skin that’ll drive Aphrodite mad If he would let me I’ll stay high of off your laughter enjoying the lightness of joy all day, everyday If he would let me I’d go forth and give you it but every time I reach inside my rib cage to grab it it pulls back and protrudes thorns Oh dear heart why have you sedated your being I do miss me some adrenaline? Why won’t you let me? “I have heard many pumps you idiot but none like mine you think I like being prozac-ked by your silly fear? Oh dear you are a fool indeed”
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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