Loving you, Is like arriving home to a place I had never been, But had yearned for my entire life.
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He came crawling with a mouth full of backwards words and de ja vu, She fell hard like the star she was, Catching her in open arms and broken fingers, She slipped through like lazy tears you didnt even know you were crying.
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Moving with the music in your eyes, A song I can sing with my soul
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Waiting for answers to rhetorical questions born from vicious revisions. Flinging four letter words like daggers, slashing at my heart, seeing my pride drip from the wounds- But I guess "We" didn't matter anymore.
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How do I navigate the crashing waves of sensuality and the pitfalls of obloquy? Why am I even out here on this sea? I hate the open ocean.
About the Creator
M. Bornhoffer
"But human beings are incalculable and he is a fool,
who tells himself that he knows what a man is capable of"
-W. Somerset Maugham "The Book Bag"
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