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LollipopsMy hands clasped the rusted chains, and my hair blew into my back. I pumped my legs hard enough to escape into the nights sky.Lollipops
Out of the swing, above the clouds onto a six laned highway of; Soaring, weaving, in and out of stars, never taking the time to sit and watch, Until now. I can feel! I can see! I can hear! The summer air in an October night the moon undressed my squeaky swing. I can taste! I can smell! I can breathe! The gum between my teeth and woodchips beneath my feet I can breathe! I AM ALIVE!
by ~kill-the-script
Fantasy LoverI’ll straddle your waist with my thick legs but to you are no size. My hands would tuck together behind your neck and we’d press together. To your room in a house called your own we’d fall; onto your mattress that lifted us up off of the floor to strip off each other clothes. Only to fall back into each others arms where you’d kiss my whole body blissfully sin.Fantasy Lover
We’d make love until we were done then we’d do it again all night long. The whole time you’d stare into my eyes,
by ~kill-the-script
List of DemandsI love our nights late in your bed when you take off your glasses. In your tired eyes reflects the T.V light, forcing them open I know I’m on your mind. I like it.List of Demands
But baby it’s ok to shut them every once in awhile. Your nose makes a soft rumbling noise I smile with joy. The things I’d do for a sleep as peaceful as yours.
Awaking to that face is the only thing assuring me that everything will be ok. You’ll kiss me so polite, slightly dry, and terrified. While I giggle and smile.
Hold me tight
by ~kill-the-script
up all, day.I'll place my hand in the center of my chest, and turn the volume all the way down on the t.v. Then I listen and feel around for the beat inup all, day.
my chest finding that it's no where to be found, in my stomach it beats loud and proud.
Sometimes when I'm lying in bed, I hold my breath and forget to breathe. and it doesn't hurt, but it makes me forget
the lies, the past five years, or the poetry on paper that moved with your lips down your right arm through your guitar pick to my ears, i was over my head.
Forget your sexy body and your ugly toes. &nb
by ~kill-the-script
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tell me what you thinkit was two years ago I only said your name and hey when your face flushed a tidal wave of red cells you smiled awkward, walked away I am sorry now for thinking you beautiful not because it's untrue but because of how it made you feel when I told youtell me what you think
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a way to tell time2:30 am Walmart Willimantic I ama way to tell time
buying clothes hangers and a new waste basket sleeping pills in my pants pocket shake and snap sound like tic tacs
I'm all cold toes and
noise-canceling headphones you could say I feel alone but why don't I tell you
something that you don't know?
the way you keep telling me no no, no, no, no makes me proud of you: it's not what I'd want you to do
and now I'd like to tell you that I love you and now I'd like to tell you that I hate you but neither one is true but
by ~ThreeStarSalute
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