Its been years since I devoted my time to late nights With the old pen of mine Being in my early Twenty's I only wanted money My distractions were great I lost sight Of my own self Done a few good deeds but not enough to say I am a good Samaritan on the streets Its just that the presence of someone beautiful Makes me hold a door open To opportunity But it usually is full of words with Nothing more promising a collision of attraction with the chemical imbalance To Spit you back out When I really want you to stay And I love you is all I can say When I run awayBirth sign: Aries
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