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i wrote poetry he partied i would overthink he would oversleep too lost within the oblivion of trying to numb away life while i was here thinking about "life" too much writing about it too much i enjoyed wine on a quiet Tuesday evening he enjoyed liquor on a wild Friday night surely truly love does attract "opposites" i loved him and he loved me but he didn't want to live life and i wanted to write about it we're sitting in a ***** garage blasting music with lyrics that i am so appalled by this is his life this is it isn't mine i am the quiet Tuesday afternoon girl who writes her words to figure out life while he is trying to forget about his on a Friday night these lifestyles we tried to clash for far too long so sadly too long i left with love still beating inside of my heart because you could never love me the way you love your Friday nights like you couldn't love my Tuesday evenings love is so crafty and deceiving it brought us to meet we both understood that life is sad yet only i could see its beauty and our lifestyles were too different to sustain the life for one another
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
tuesday evenings.
i wrote poetry he partied i would overthink he would oversleep too lost within the oblivion of trying to numb away life while i was here thinking about "life" too much writing about it too much i enjoyed wine on a quiet Tuesday evening he enjoyed liquor on a wild Friday night surely truly love does attract "opposites" i loved him and he loved me but he didn't want to live life and i wanted to write about it we're sitting in a ***** garage blasting music with lyrics that i am so appalled by this is his life this is it isn't mine i am the quiet Tuesday afternoon girl who writes her words to figure out life while he is trying to forget about his on a Friday night these lifestyles we tried to clash for far too long so sadly too long i left with love still beating inside of my heart because you could never love me the way you love your Friday nights like you couldn't love my Tuesday evenings love is so crafty and deceiving it brought us to meet we both understood that life is sad yet only i could see its beauty and our lifestyles were too different to sustain the life for one another
I haven't written too much lately but this poured out tonight.
Julia-mae
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
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