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Your fascinating gaze: I can't break that stare. The glitter in your eyes - the type that you loathe in reality that gets stuck on every inch and once it's there you can't wash it off. You're saying "need me." Without. These precious seconds spent, and lost in this brief moment, I'm diving into that reflecting surface. Hoping, wanting, begging to get lost inside you.
fences
I didn't have a plan for this one. There wasn't a real way out, hiding in wait. I didn't have any goals with this one. There was no foundation to build on, i never expected duration. I had this sturdy wall, a fence of all And then, I forgot all about that idea and you were in.
pleased
Your biting guilt the submerged feelings of relief as my hands caress your face of bliss at our embrace. Your pleading mind the logic behind time the probability of morality. Your consciousness escapes to revel in the pleasure to produce a "clear" stop sign. I'm pleased to know that in some concept, you are thinking of me
leap
Leap over the fear the regret the resentment. You are the one to blame for all the advantage taken. So leap over the idea that you are not your best. Leap to grasp something that resembles belief in yourself in freedom.
smiles
something that produces results for good reason think of the false the pretense the idiocy of wanting someone to play lip service to the idea of providing a "service" just call this what it is, or I can't stomach the idea
strung
strung out strung on a line. someone somewhere listens intently as you string them along. there is no point in stringing these words together - everything you say is as jumbled mess.
hawk
bird plane super man flying high until the kryptonite brings me down with fire crackers in my ears the harsh sound of silence the end of flying and someone shouting the sounds are lost bird plane super man no, it’s just you capturing the frightened mouse