I hate lots of the things you do
I'd hate the absence of them more
Over my room your items are scattered
Strewn with pieces of you I adore
Cannot imagine not seeing your ***** clothes
Tangle knots with mine
I've had to endure it before
Do not think I could a second time
There are endearing similarities
The many small messes you make
Being your partner is kinda like being with my twin
At moments grows hard to take
We need no one else but each other
Phrase we tell ourselves on repeat
Our expressions beg to differ
Barely force eyes to meet
It is like we speak different languages
We try to communicate
Make me feel special after arguing
Always ten minutes too late
Thrill of happiness I get
Being together and touching your skin
Want you to know my love is just as strong
As silken spiderwebs of lies you spin
You show how you really feel
When blowing me off with a wave
You'll regret what you're tossing aside
The day I'm beneath the ground in my grave
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
I hate lots of the things you do
I'd hate the absence of them more
Over my room your items are scattered
Strewn with pieces of you I adore
Cannot imagine not seeing your ***** clothes
Tangle knots with mine
I've had to endure it before
Do not think I could a second time
There are endearing similarities
The many small messes you make
Being your partner is kinda like being with my twin
At moments grows hard to take
We need no one else but each other
Phrase we tell ourselves on repeat
Our expressions beg to differ
Barely force eyes to meet
It is like we speak different languages
We try to communicate
Make me feel special after arguing
Always ten minutes too late
Thrill of happiness I get
Being together and touching your skin
Want you to know my love is just as strong
As silken spiderwebs of lies you spin
You show how you really feel
When blowing me off with a wave
You'll regret what you're tossing aside
The day I'm beneath the ground in my grave
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