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His scent was strong when I put my chin on his shoulder.
he enveloped me with wet arms and soggy hands.
we laughed and talked in the rain.
saw lightning, and I felt the sparks.
soft hints
And nervous actions.
I love the way you make me feel
a light kiss goodnight
Is this the end or simply the begining..I can never tell and it scares me. I hope out this all works out for better or for worse, but I want you in my life. YOU ARE Extravagant! and it's sad you don't see it.
And an upset stomach,
last night I did something bad, but that's
every weekend.
soemthing stupid for a spark of laughter happiness and
masking how I feel and what's really going on
I need to get it together.
but somewhere in my mind is telling me other wise.
Last night was a good night to only get punished. Was it worth it?  A lil. but now I feel sick and I need to get the toxins out one way or another
svdgrl Jan 2015
You think *** is *****.
That's why the types of women you ****,
are the ones that you hate,
and why you can't make love,
or lick to taste.
That's why you want to spit at me,
with your scrunched up face.
That's why you don't say a thing,
after blowing your load.
No matter how hard I made you explode,
you pull apart and go straight for your phone.
The paper towels,
sports zones,
like sweaty men bumping helmets
are any cleaner.
You said you weren't going to censor yourself...I guess it's only fair.
Bella Anima Jan 2015
How do i tell you everything,
When everything is about you?
Im silly as ****.
Not all of us want to play games.
Some of us don't crave the fame.
I guess you think that's kind of lame.
That maybe in this world we bein' tame.
But this life is like a flowing drain,
you gotta do what keeps you sane.
me-mow Dec 2014
it's christmas eve and i don't have any money
but i can give you gifts, bits of paper containing poetry.
because these words are all i have to convey
whatever ****** up reasons i might feel this way.
and i don't know if it even matters,
but now that i love you my thoughts aren't so scattered.
i am grateful for my sense and ability to see,
because your beautiful blue eyes move me like the waves of the sea.
so i'll write about it in the form of poetry
and give it to you as a gift on christmas eve
ty Dec 2014
isnt it ironic how things are much brighter in the dark?
sort of how we are only desperate after we've abused our second chances
and how you say you love me but you feel no spark?
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