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We watch movies and repeatedly listen to songs Drawling on and on about the perfect, most passionate love. Soulmates; But if I loved the way I want, The way they do in the movies, Boom box outside your window, Traveling across the world at the drop of a hat, Grabbing your hand and dragging you out at night and early morning to watch stars and sunrises, The grand gestures. People would look at me like I was crazy. It would get old; To have someone who's eyes have glassed over with a rose colored shade. You wouldn't live me. You wouldn't experience me. No. You'd rather sit on your *** and watch me, portayed in bits and pieces, On your TV screen.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
Rose Colored Glass
We watch movies and repeatedly listen to songs Drawling on and on about the perfect, most passionate love. Soulmates; But if I loved the way I want, The way they do in the movies, Boom box outside your window, Traveling across the world at the drop of a hat, Grabbing your hand and dragging you out at night and early morning to watch stars and sunrises, The grand gestures. People would look at me like I was crazy. It would get old; To have someone who's eyes have glassed over with a rose colored shade. You wouldn't live me. You wouldn't experience me. No. You'd rather sit on your *** and watch me, portayed in bits and pieces, On your TV screen.
I'm always too much for everyone.
chelsea-rae
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
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