| Current mood: |  disappointed |
| Current music: | JLC-Habit |
:-O
No, you looke fine.
Let me accentuate the hidden curves in your skin.
That shirt brings out the beauty in your eyes
or maybe I'm just
looking for reasons to tell you
how beautiful you are.
I think about it all the time,
and it honestly brings tears to my eyes.
God. I can't even describe it.
I could write about you forever,
of course my eccentricites would
bias the quality of my
already badly written verses.
But I don't care,
you catapulted me into something that
I can't control of excape from.
You've given me potential
beyond the monotonous views I with hold.
I love your non-threatening auro,
that makes me feel comfortable; at home.
I could greedily gulp you in for
the rest of my life unless...
this is just naivity speaking.
We'll see soon enough
"Rise Up"
I want to kiss you
but I feel that you don't want me,
and I see it in subtle ways
like when you
lean backwards, moving farther away from me.
Life when you
let go of my hand to demonstrate
individual techniques for
slitting wrists. This is moving
too slow.
But I can't say anything,
enthralled by the fear that by
doing the wrong thing,
I'll push you farther away.
Forever.
I couldn't do that to you.
How else can I transform my thoughts
and transfer them to paper?
How many more ways are there to say this--
but not to you.
How can I continue the tirade towards beautiful?
I can only hope you'll want to read this
So then I won't have to say it
out loud. I am too fucking scared
and
I'm paying for it.
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