Ache
Body and soul
For this release
So heavy it makes me sigh
For this boy,
So blue-eyed and boyish
it’d make you cry.
Speaking in words of the teenage
rebellion
cigarettes, cwears
‘I swear to you’, I’ll say,
‘I want you.
I adore you, and you me, finally.’
And we’ll meet in lips and thoughts.
‘Make me devoid of
Loneliness
Please
Please.’
I beg
And his eyes,
Those eyes
Open to the world, transparent-clear,
Dilate with excitement.
Ache.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:07 AM UTC
Ache
Body and soul
For this release
So heavy it makes me sigh
For this boy,
So blue-eyed and boyish
it’d make you cry.
Speaking in words of the teenage
rebellion
cigarettes, cwears
‘I swear to you’, I’ll say,
‘I want you.
I adore you, and you me, finally.’
And we’ll meet in lips and thoughts.
‘Make me devoid of
Loneliness
Please
Please.’
I beg
And his eyes,
Those eyes
Open to the world, transparent-clear,
Dilate with excitement.
Ache.
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