

Untitled.my fingertips curl in anticipationUntitled.
waiting for the right moment
for that inviting touch to press my lips up against yours
that hint of laughter fills the compressed air as you place my hand on your face and i hope not to bruise the delicate flesh while your hand softly runs through my hair
i want you so bad but i still get this weird sensation every time your hand is placed.. there and i twitch hearing creeks coming from upstairs
i can hear your heart beating and your lungs need air and i can taste your cinnamon gum that you always
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How many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
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"he wrote a tasty jam and then the planets did align...."
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Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense. -Rumi
I envy you. You see them live alot. & I only have one of their cd's, "bleed like me"
sucks
bye
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