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We're here.. At 06:55 once again..
I like the way that my heart wakes up my mind, just to send you such a.. sappy good morning text
And life.. You say its a beautiful thing
And I think I'd almost believe you if
I didn't have this fear of being so,
Intimate..

But you, how are you so **** lovely?
Sometimes the world can be ugly
With all the unnecessary hurt and all the wars
But you... You make me feel way less lonely...
You turn my love into poetry
And thats why i just write so much..
You make me feel so much for someone who.. can't even be yours

Well look dear, i hope our friendship will last then..
And if it all hurts me too much i'll just play my guitar and then..
Write a song to say,
"hey, you're still so ******* cool"..

And we'll both be on different paths ready to travel the world
Well i'd hope i still cross paths with yours maybe someday when i'm more stable to, love and hug you..
Oh, you beautiful girl.

Oh and I, I like making you cry on the tube,
Won't you tell what you like to do,
And list what you like about yourself too cause..
I'd probably like all of those reasons too

And if you say that your hearts keeping you awake at night then know that mine would be too..
I just wanna talk to you..
Cause i like the way the universe sighs when it sees me being hopelessly romantic again
Oh i can't help it, i like it; what my cracked phone screen looks like, when your name lights up and... colours it in.

Good morning i love you and i hope today you have the best of everything
My new favourite.. Ever.
I love someone so much i do.
I have never forgotten the valley of your neck
Or what it tastes like to love you.
There are nights
When I just want to give in
Let the world swallow me
And erase everything
I've fought to become

There are nights
When I'm lonlier than others
I drift along my bare conciousness
I see your eyes drawn out in stars
And hear you calling my name in the breeze

There are nights
When hope is nonexistant
A long forgotten memory of a dream
When I can't hold inside
Everything that threatens to spill out

Then...
There are the nights
Spent with you
And those are the kind of sleepless hours
I live for
Surely by now my lips have memorized the heartbeat
In yours.
There is something beautiful in the way his fingers dance across my skin
and the shadows they leave.
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