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Someone was wearing your cologne today So many memories in one breath -- I exhale and find myself gasping for you again, Breath after shallow breath until I am hollow with you. It was light enough for the wind to carry it but it made me feel like Atlas under the Earth. It was nothing but empty hopes wishes left ungranted. As night falls, and the darkness comes for me, I find myself gasping for you Clutching crumpled Tootsie Pop wrappers And cradling torn Four Leaf Clovers. Wishing you are far away The more distance I can place between us, The safer you are. Wishing I was in your arms Craving your lullaby, your steady heart beat, For selfish reasons. Take my Tootsie Pop wrappers and Four Leaf Clovers. I am the very last person who deserves a wish. Take them and know I never wanted to hurt you. Wish for a thread and needle Or a plane ticket to Neverland Just please, Don't wish for me.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Tootsie Pop Wrappers and Four Leaf Clovers
Someone was wearing your cologne today So many memories in one breath -- I exhale and find myself gasping for you again, Breath after shallow breath until I am hollow with you. It was light enough for the wind to carry it but it made me feel like Atlas under the Earth. It was nothing but empty hopes wishes left ungranted. As night falls, and the darkness comes for me, I find myself gasping for you Clutching crumpled Tootsie Pop wrappers And cradling torn Four Leaf Clovers. Wishing you are far away The more distance I can place between us, The safer you are. Wishing I was in your arms Craving your lullaby, your steady heart beat, For selfish reasons. Take my Tootsie Pop wrappers and Four Leaf Clovers. I am the very last person who deserves a wish. Take them and know I never wanted to hurt you. Wish for a thread and needle Or a plane ticket to Neverland Just please, Don't wish for me.
c-e-smith
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
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