teen love
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I hate the sunset tonight
Can't you see?
Theres no more reds and blues and pinks
No more you and me.
But once, we stood there
Just us.
Until the sea washed us apart
I sent you a text last nightIt wasn’t muchNot eloquently spokenBut my hope was to bring your hopes upI sent you a text last nightRambling on how the world isHow much you may miss herI sent you a text last nightCompletely platonic with no ulterior
It's the little things that plague my mind.
Like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile
or the way you laugh after a bad joke.
The way your hand fit perfectly in mine
I don’t know why I sit and wait for your attention or why my heart is so pure that I can’t actually admit how upset I get when I don’t talk to you. it sucks.
there is something strangely beautiful
and completely hilarious
about listening to you snore over skype.
i have never touched your face
or kissed your lips
but i feel your heart beating in mine.
Why is it that I can sense a snake in the grass and will run in the opposite direction
but when I felt you inching closer and closer to me I watched you like a National Geographical special, a child mesmerized by the carnival rides
Listen To Momma
Listen to momma, for she knows what’s best.
Listen to momma; she knows when to put a bra on your growing chest.
Yesterday, I was broken glass on the floor.
I was the desert without life.
A maze full of confusion.
Speak to me Softly
Hold me near
Stroke me gently
And wipe away fear
Hold me close
As soft as a dove
Give me a dose
A dose of you're love
I'm addicted
