his large crooked teeth play with my soul
and as i'm with him my heart somehow manages
to **** up all of his unique beauty
every limb finds its way into my mind
a personality that belongs in the unknown
i sit, in awe, and wonder where this wonder came from
his smile remains in my blood for weeks
this hidden pain is exposing
i possess him and he doesn't even know
he has individualized himself in my heart
so that above and over everything that exist
there is this boy, with the last name of Klein
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
his large crooked teeth play with my soul
and as i'm with him my heart somehow manages
to **** up all of his unique beauty
every limb finds its way into my mind
a personality that belongs in the unknown
i sit, in awe, and wonder where this wonder came from
his smile remains in my blood for weeks
this hidden pain is exposing
i possess him and he doesn't even know
he has individualized himself in my heart
so that above and over everything that exist
there is this boy, with the last name of Klein
I don't know how this beautiful piece of literature could be about someone I hate now.
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