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"Define happiness" I left the page blotted with ink, Obscure shapes and a vivid mental image Of your beautiful face. "De-def-de-de-Define h-h-happ-iness" I scratched the self help CD you left on the bench as I cried myself to sleep that night; A year ago. It came with a book But I burnt it after I threw my glass of ***** at the wall. Your face burns my mind Like the bitter way you were scared to kiss my tongue. You weren't sick but you were tired. And how could I blame you for not being able to fix me? Was I ever really broken? "D-d-d h-h-h-ness" I remember the first time I met you, The first time you spoke my name, you choked. I still feel the first kiss on the back of my throat like A bad after taste I can't drown. The first night I saw you naked; I had cried into your shirt only an hour before. I have never seen skin shine like yours does. Emitting a ray of blood curdling beauty. The thought makes me sick But do you think you could Come over for a while... Get drunk like we used to And forget what happiness is?
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
Self Help
"Define happiness" I left the page blotted with ink, Obscure shapes and a vivid mental image Of your beautiful face. "De-def-de-de-Define h-h-happ-iness" I scratched the self help CD you left on the bench as I cried myself to sleep that night; A year ago. It came with a book But I burnt it after I threw my glass of ***** at the wall. Your face burns my mind Like the bitter way you were scared to kiss my tongue. You weren't sick but you were tired. And how could I blame you for not being able to fix me? Was I ever really broken? "D-d-d h-h-h-ness" I remember the first time I met you, The first time you spoke my name, you choked. I still feel the first kiss on the back of my throat like A bad after taste I can't drown. The first night I saw you naked; I had cried into your shirt only an hour before. I have never seen skin shine like yours does. Emitting a ray of blood curdling beauty. The thought makes me sick But do you think you could Come over for a while... Get drunk like we used to And forget what happiness is?
I have no ******* idea what this is ha
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
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