Text pieces from days past and days to come.
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I want in on this, Like water does the seabed Entrance at will, Never leaving.
I'm perhaps tired Of being wrapped up in loneliness Selfishly I'll admit I want your presence, my everlasting ambience.
I want to be an enclave, in your warm embrace Snuggled by a puddle of cuddles, Provided by you.
Ours was of calculated countenances
Never expressive.
They say the eyes tell it all,
All ours had was ayes and nays.
- Pretty please...
Ours was of typos erased,
No sentence was of freehand,
No expressions came of freewill,
Every moment was premeditated.
- Walking the thread, walking dead.
It was a say cheese photograph No smile was just a smile. So now that they say our love is dead, It's ironic to say that of something that never had no life in it.
When she says; No, I really don't want nothing to eat, Buy extra 2 of what you're eating.
When she says it's okay, It's okay to be scared.
When she says it's nothing There's a million words unsaid.
And when she tells you not to worry, He's just a friend.
You're likely just a friend too.