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It feels like my head is at war with my heart. Thoughts roaming free, While feelings imprisoned in my chest. Contained in a cell surrounded by pain, pinned to the ground being abused and tamed. Driven' insane by the memory of your kiss, Because I know I'll try to keep myself from the sweet taste of your lips. Your fingerprints left behind on my skin, from a crime that we couldn't find the time to fully commit. When your hand parted with mine, My fingers had never felt so lonely. As if you dug up some hidden pain I repressed without any remorse. Too many secrets shared while we were dazed, Hoping you'll forget mine, But each word of yours I seared in my brain.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
Philophobia
It feels like my head is at war with my heart. Thoughts roaming free, While feelings imprisoned in my chest. Contained in a cell surrounded by pain, pinned to the ground being abused and tamed. Driven' insane by the memory of your kiss, Because I know I'll try to keep myself from the sweet taste of your lips. Your fingerprints left behind on my skin, from a crime that we couldn't find the time to fully commit. When your hand parted with mine, My fingers had never felt so lonely. As if you dug up some hidden pain I repressed without any remorse. Too many secrets shared while we were dazed, Hoping you'll forget mine, But each word of yours I seared in my brain.
jthbatman16
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
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