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I have to recognize that you aren't mine   The way you smile when you see me I instantly know how you're feeling The jealously that overcomes me But I have to recognize that, you aren't mine The way you touch and feel on me Your cologne attached to me Whispers of sweet candy drops in my ear But I have to recognize that, you aren't mine The way you slightly caress my back I feel that there's no greater feeling And every time we dance.. Yet.. I have to recognize that you aren't mine But I refuse to see behind the glass Because it represents the truth That you never really loved me The way that I do you And all those sweet, innocent things That we say back and forth Does not mean the same to you Because I recognize that you aren't mine But it hurts everytime I see that Our romance was non-existent So I stay in the place where I hope That one day, you'll be mine And it's not the feeling of "what ifs" that gets me But the fact we could be The realest anyone ever seen The way we connect our lives Our lines it's all inter-connected And everyone else recognizes But you, you're stuck in your own perspective Stuck between me and another girl And you're saying **** love" to the world When deep down I know you're in pain In the fetal position, hands tired and curled "The power couple of 2015" Is the exact thoughts that comes to me But I often wonder if you see What I see that, you don't recognize me? You don't recognize the good in me? The sweet, sensational, tomboy in me The radical, crazy, beautiful girl I see The three layers of praise I be I am confident, courageous, adventurous All these traits define me But I'm forever curious Does these characteristic who define me Scare you, or do you really don't see **** **** hot diggity dog There's one important detail I forgot already That you really don't give a **** Because I forgot to recognize that, you aren't mine.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Infinity Loop
I have to recognize that you aren't mine   The way you smile when you see me I instantly know how you're feeling The jealously that overcomes me But I have to recognize that, you aren't mine The way you touch and feel on me Your cologne attached to me Whispers of sweet candy drops in my ear But I have to recognize that, you aren't mine The way you slightly caress my back I feel that there's no greater feeling And every time we dance.. Yet.. I have to recognize that you aren't mine But I refuse to see behind the glass Because it represents the truth That you never really loved me The way that I do you And all those sweet, innocent things That we say back and forth Does not mean the same to you Because I recognize that you aren't mine But it hurts everytime I see that Our romance was non-existent So I stay in the place where I hope That one day, you'll be mine And it's not the feeling of "what ifs" that gets me But the fact we could be The realest anyone ever seen The way we connect our lives Our lines it's all inter-connected And everyone else recognizes But you, you're stuck in your own perspective Stuck between me and another girl And you're saying **** love" to the world When deep down I know you're in pain In the fetal position, hands tired and curled "The power couple of 2015" Is the exact thoughts that comes to me But I often wonder if you see What I see that, you don't recognize me? You don't recognize the good in me? The sweet, sensational, tomboy in me The radical, crazy, beautiful girl I see The three layers of praise I be I am confident, courageous, adventurous All these traits define me But I'm forever curious Does these characteristic who define me Scare you, or do you really don't see **** **** hot diggity dog There's one important detail I forgot already That you really don't give a **** Because I forgot to recognize that, you aren't mine.
Love yourself, accept yourself ~chebad #love #recognition #relationships #confidence #notasecondoption
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
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