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Sometimes I think about you. I know it's been a while, But there are these times that You just cross my mind, A glimpse of what was, What could've been. I remember those Cold afternoons in your Dorm room, Your arms wrapped around mine On your sofa couch, Watching some cool movie I had never been hip to before, The laughter bouncing off our chests, Reverberating against the off-white cement walls, ****** and maybe a little drunk, But mostly just high off of our chemistry. You were someone so different to me, So full of stories of mischief and misunderstandings; I used to get lost in your words, Hanging onto every slightly twanged syllable. You told me your secrets. I let you unzip me, Physically and mentally, Seduced me so with your blue eyes That I didn't even mind that you Smoked cigarettes. Months that felt like eternities As I stumbled into a kind of love I still don't comprehend, So fleeting yet the moments I spent with you Are so vivid, Sometimes so that I Can almost feel the Softness of your full lips... You might just be that cliche, That one Who somehow got away.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Freshman Year
Sometimes I think about you. I know it's been a while, But there are these times that You just cross my mind, A glimpse of what was, What could've been. I remember those Cold afternoons in your Dorm room, Your arms wrapped around mine On your sofa couch, Watching some cool movie I had never been hip to before, The laughter bouncing off our chests, Reverberating against the off-white cement walls, ****** and maybe a little drunk, But mostly just high off of our chemistry. You were someone so different to me, So full of stories of mischief and misunderstandings; I used to get lost in your words, Hanging onto every slightly twanged syllable. You told me your secrets. I let you unzip me, Physically and mentally, Seduced me so with your blue eyes That I didn't even mind that you Smoked cigarettes. Months that felt like eternities As I stumbled into a kind of love I still don't comprehend, So fleeting yet the moments I spent with you Are so vivid, Sometimes so that I Can almost feel the Softness of your full lips... You might just be that cliche, That one Who somehow got away.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
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