stayed
up
late, trying to make sense out of all the words you speud all over and the eccentricity you've clasped tight in your hand, yea, i couold read your face and i still can everytime those violent blue eyes of yours hit me head on because i
upset
you
in every and any way i can. so, you slide away not to be recognized as "us", but, "you" -- well, and maybe that short skirt that just gave you new kinds of thoughts...
Come
on
since when are you into telling me REAL things and thoughts and tears? I won't buy your 50 cent tries and makeshift heart because you, my love, have taken
everything
else
I own except these few words that can bite and sting
and thank God for that.
Reason for writing:
late nights
Birth sign: Pisces
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