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I am pretty sure I should have been born a bug These eyes have never been good for believing But these hands Stretch out like antennae And will hold heartbeats till people make sense I have never met a lap that didn’t look comfy Or shoulders too bony to rest my head on I have never met a bear That I didn’t want to hug me I am so much one man sized Invasion of privacy That I hand out **** whistles on first dates Not that I’d **** anybody I just need a painful reminder Of appropriate distance Even though Distance is painful I mean I get lonely sometimes And if you invite me to bed And don’t ask me for *** I will skip straight to the cuddles Till we sweat salty *** puddles I mean Goosebumps is the human kinda Braille For hold me I know that Because I can read your skin with my fingertips Every chill Every pock mark And scar Has a translation And If I were a louse Or a flea Or a lone cricket Chirping cuddle-bug morse code In the silence of your naptime I’d take the time To translate the language of your body All you have to do Is hold me
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 11:30 PM UTC
I Should Have Been Born an Insect
I am pretty sure I should have been born a bug These eyes have never been good for believing But these hands Stretch out like antennae And will hold heartbeats till people make sense I have never met a lap that didn’t look comfy Or shoulders too bony to rest my head on I have never met a bear That I didn’t want to hug me I am so much one man sized Invasion of privacy That I hand out **** whistles on first dates Not that I’d **** anybody I just need a painful reminder Of appropriate distance Even though Distance is painful I mean I get lonely sometimes And if you invite me to bed And don’t ask me for *** I will skip straight to the cuddles Till we sweat salty *** puddles I mean Goosebumps is the human kinda Braille For hold me I know that Because I can read your skin with my fingertips Every chill Every pock mark And scar Has a translation And If I were a louse Or a flea Or a lone cricket Chirping cuddle-bug morse code In the silence of your naptime I’d take the time To translate the language of your body All you have to do Is hold me
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 11:30 PM UTC
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