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Honestly,
I don't know how to tell you this...
But you constantly enter my thoughts
A smile crosses my lips
When I see your name light up my phone
Butterflies invade my stomach
Whenever I see you smile
A smile so powerful
That I can't help but smile back
Actually,
I reach for you in my sleep
Desperately wishing to find you
Hold onto you
Be safe and comfortable
In a way only you can make me feel
Not being able to adequately
Explain my feelings for you
Tells me that this sort of thing
Doesn't happen every day
Frankly, love, you captivate me
I don't know how to tell you this...
But you constantly enter my thoughts
A smile crosses my lips
When I see your name light up my phone
Butterflies invade my stomach
Whenever I see you smile
A smile so powerful
That I can't help but smile back
Actually,
I reach for you in my sleep
Desperately wishing to find you
Hold onto you
Be safe and comfortable
In a way only you can make me feel
Not being able to adequately
Explain my feelings for you
Tells me that this sort of thing
Doesn't happen every day
Frankly, love, you captivate me
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Kiss
Knees bend, hands shake,
Lips part, hearts break,
Blood pumps, thoughts fly,
Bodies melt, worries die,
Heads swim, fingers touch,
Tongues rub, clothes bunch.
Butterflies, adrenaline,
Testosterone and estrogen,
We fit like a glove, so...
Kiss me again, love?
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Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
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She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
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Something I wrote a while ago for my boyfriend. He makes me happy
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ah man... yeah, this is perfect.