Love?
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As I bare my soul
Lay it naked at his feet
He glances away
And shifts in his seat
While I explain my whys
He snickers in his sleep
Before I try to stake my claim
I can already taste defeat
I’m in Love.
These compulsive thoughts I can’t seem to understand.
The psychological and physical force that my conscious refuses to reprimand.
I lay my back against these doorsAnd crack my bones upon the decorsI wait and sigh and listen to encoreI wait and wait for the girl on the 44th floor I ride these elevators up and downI sift silently from town to townBut away from stairs so
Why?
That's what I ask
When I see you frown
Every. Single. Day.
You never fail to intimidate others
With your apperant foul mood
Hasn't anyone told you
I am from teddy bears
From a burning heater and vibrant evergreens
I am from the sparkling Lights and hopes of snow that I knew would never come
I am from art and glitter glue , walking down halls that felt like pre school
I give everything to you, everything you want, materialistic or not, I give it to you...but I never receive. Why is that? Why is it that I bust my butt everyday and every night thinking of ways to make you happy? Why does it feel like you don't?
