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From Chicago to Lake Geneva, I knew it to be true: I loved you. It was our spring break But we weren't at the shore We were outside your front door. From your mother's disapproval To your father's dismay, I had faith in our mainstay. It was the scent of your pillowcase And the warmth of your hands That solidified my plans During your parent's time away The sun chose to break through; Small specks of dust in your room It was the curve of your lips And the promises you made That gave me away I was suppressing a confession - A secret of my own... Whispered onto your jawbone My thoughts on the train Were fully admitted I, committed From Lake Geneva to Minneapolis, I knew it to be true: I loved you.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
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From Chicago to Lake Geneva, I knew it to be true: I loved you. It was our spring break But we weren't at the shore We were outside your front door. From your mother's disapproval To your father's dismay, I had faith in our mainstay. It was the scent of your pillowcase And the warmth of your hands That solidified my plans During your parent's time away The sun chose to break through; Small specks of dust in your room It was the curve of your lips And the promises you made That gave me away I was suppressing a confession - A secret of my own... Whispered onto your jawbone My thoughts on the train Were fully admitted I, committed From Lake Geneva to Minneapolis, I knew it to be true: I loved you.
For WY Spring break last year. I confessed that I loved you too. I think a part of me continues to love the man you /used/ to be. But that man no longer exists. I cannot tell if my writing mends my wounds or picks at my scabs. No title yet.
#love#pain#loss#hurt#thoughts#you
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
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