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I was wondering if you forgot my voice in between sleepy sips of coffee, if maybe you found solace in daydreams, or nightmares, about us. I am wondering if maybe your lips found home in the curve of anothers neck, and maybe your voice carried, a lullaby in another girls ears. I was wondering if you'd still hold me as the rest of the world held my throat, although I told them it was only your hands I wanted to feel. I am wondering if you meant it with the promises of smoking Newports and building a home in the sheets that should be wrapped around our legs. I was wondering if you made little promises to other girls with vacant eyes and dangerous habits, so that maybe you could save them, too. I was wondering why you would fall in love with my mind, when you could have the smooth curves and beaming smiles of beautiful girls with big wallets. and babe, I am still wondering why you hate to see me smoking when you do just the same, and if its deadly things that scare you, you better stay away from me.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Wandering Thoughts in a Wondering Mind
I was wondering if you forgot my voice in between sleepy sips of coffee, if maybe you found solace in daydreams, or nightmares, about us. I am wondering if maybe your lips found home in the curve of anothers neck, and maybe your voice carried, a lullaby in another girls ears. I was wondering if you'd still hold me as the rest of the world held my throat, although I told them it was only your hands I wanted to feel. I am wondering if you meant it with the promises of smoking Newports and building a home in the sheets that should be wrapped around our legs. I was wondering if you made little promises to other girls with vacant eyes and dangerous habits, so that maybe you could save them, too. I was wondering why you would fall in love with my mind, when you could have the smooth curves and beaming smiles of beautiful girls with big wallets. and babe, I am still wondering why you hate to see me smoking when you do just the same, and if its deadly things that scare you, you better stay away from me.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
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