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frustrations I listed to the soft vibrations variating from my earphones.
"My God... Amazing how we got this far.."
One Republic chided into my ears and my light blonde hair fell infront of my eyes as i scribbled in the lines in my notebook. I glanced at my cell phone that was emitting a soft light in the half moon of this night. It read 1:09 AM and I breathed out a heavy sigh. I let my eyes close as I lay back for only a moment before they fluttered open to reveal bright icy lonely eye's. I dreamed up at the stars, promoting unheard wishes and hope's.
"Where do I go now..."
I asked a thin waffer of a cloud that breezed on by. The color changing against the darkness from dull gray to dirty white. I rested my arm's at my side's one pale exposed arm draping over the white of my thin tank top the other laying motionless next to me. I shifted and rolled over, scraping my softly shaven thin legs over the rough tiles of the roof to my room. Small loos
For a Day Let me be yours,
For just a day.
I'd give it all away,
To only stay; faithful and true
To you and only you.
I want to be your angel.
Just for a day.
Your little angel of happiness.
I'd give my life,
To see you smile at me.
Or to hear your heart beat beneath my ear.
To be with you on this day.
Is all I ask, in return to stay.
-I want to stay by your side forever.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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