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Longing for youLonging for youLonging for you
I watch you from across the room, For it is for you that my heart does swoon I see your face break into your beautiful smile, And my heart feels as though it has run a full mile
For you constantly plague my mind And my thoughts of you make me blind My unrequited love for you stabs me through the chest And I'm sure that forgetting you would be for the best
But I can't stop my eyes from wandering to you, though I try You look up, you catch my eye And both of us- Blush
And look away Without even a passing smi
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can't let you slip away.there's still an indent in my mattress shaped like me from the time i didn't get up for days. there's still a feeling clinging to my friendships that make them feel like hand-me-downs. there's still the desire to dive into something new.can't let you slip away.
old habits die hard.
x
you don't cushion me like i thought you would; i'm already running out of ways to make you talk to me.
my god, why can't some one else start the conversation for once? why is it always me doing the work? why is it always me that asks the questions, tries to keep the conversation going? why can't some one ask
if you weredeadif you were
i would cry and kiss your lips and tell you i'm sorry i didn't love you the way you loved me
here
i don't think i could look you in the eyes
speaking
i don't think i could listen right now
broken
i don't care what i keep telling myself, i don't think i would fix you
this is a testwhat would you say if i told you i wanted you to brush the hair from my facethis is a test
what would you say if i told you you were beautiful in so many ways
what would you say if i told you when i think of you, i smile
what would you say if i told you i've spent afternoons on your eyelashes and entire days on your eyes
what would you say if i took your hand and held it tight in mine
strangers.I was sitting in a place where people write letters they don’t send. People were staring around me that day as they sipped their cups of heartache, staring at a place and a time far beyond my reach. And I wondered who this man was, standing here before me, ready to burst with lover’s turmoil and denial’s optimism.strangers.
He was tall, above six-foot. It took a lot to make him smile. Because something inside of him was broken, I could see. His hands were tilted wrongly and his mouth was in a slant, and the spark was gone from his eyes. Something must have been twisted.
There was a cracking noise, and I realized
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Eager
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
you've inspired me to be brave now too!
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^^^^Everything I said above is a lie! A LIE!!!
Who says I suffer from insanity? I enjoy every freackin' minute of it! ^.^
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
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"Wicked is what evil tastes like!"
Ana-Lyn~~
"Let them call me a rebel, and welcome; I feel no concern from it.
For I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul."
Thomas Paine
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^^^^Everything I said above is a lie! A LIE!!!
Who says I suffer from insanity? I enjoy every freackin' minute of it! ^.^
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^^^^Everything I said above is a lie! A LIE!!!
Who says I suffer from insanity? I enjoy every freackin' minute of it! ^.^
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...At Night.
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^^^^Everything I said above is a lie! A LIE!!!
Who says I suffer from insanity? I enjoy every freackin' minute of it! ^.^
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