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I stepped in, quite by accident .. that's a lie   it was intentional Every move I made was intentional from the moment I saw you It was an exquisite place, oh I realized where I was right off .. inside of your heart My soul looked at yours and curiously remarked "no one's ever been here before have they?"   A question it already knew the answer to but just loved the smoke and mirrors created by asking. And I absolutely adored the virtuous way your soul replied "no" you hadn't made the bed, I remember I liked that Somehow it looked easier to get into that way I turned to face you, our eyes locked, you smiled asking "what?" I looked down at the floor, then turned my eyes up to meet yours being sure to look ever so sincere as I replied "you're beautiful" You took my hand, and led me to that unmade bed                         your soul whispered "no" of course but, nevertheless you gave the room to me. I moved the furniture around, painted the walls                                 changed the bed linens, hung my clothes in the closet hung my jacket from the chair back put my cologne on the dresser I painted your spirit with the most incredible colors and you did the same for me in loving return I can still see that jacket hanging on the back of that chair And every once in a while you swear you can smell that cologne But how is that possible when .. We haven't seen each other in years
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Now and Again
I stepped in, quite by accident .. that's a lie   it was intentional Every move I made was intentional from the moment I saw you It was an exquisite place, oh I realized where I was right off .. inside of your heart My soul looked at yours and curiously remarked "no one's ever been here before have they?"   A question it already knew the answer to but just loved the smoke and mirrors created by asking. And I absolutely adored the virtuous way your soul replied "no" you hadn't made the bed, I remember I liked that Somehow it looked easier to get into that way I turned to face you, our eyes locked, you smiled asking "what?" I looked down at the floor, then turned my eyes up to meet yours being sure to look ever so sincere as I replied "you're beautiful" You took my hand, and led me to that unmade bed                         your soul whispered "no" of course but, nevertheless you gave the room to me. I moved the furniture around, painted the walls                                 changed the bed linens, hung my clothes in the closet hung my jacket from the chair back put my cologne on the dresser I painted your spirit with the most incredible colors and you did the same for me in loving return I can still see that jacket hanging on the back of that chair And every once in a while you swear you can smell that cologne But how is that possible when .. We haven't seen each other in years
couldn't sleep...that's all
artaxerxes
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
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