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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|10:40 pm] |
I miss the way that strap slid down your shoulder, leaving that collar bone. I miss the way your lips twitched when you heard me laughing. Oh I miss the way we were and what we are about. I miss this tumbling of my words, and all that is not forgotten. I miss those dreams I had of you, and the ones I'll have tonight. I see you never and sense you sometimes and make my conscience fight. Let us be as never before and all that's in between. Let us see all that is, and all that will never be. Come and find me, if you can, dare to run away. For here I am small and lovely waiting all along. Some of us are ment to break and others ment to bend, but all of us are ment for this, ment for this my friend. Let's begian at these ocean waves and feel them lap our feet, let's end on this dry sand, with all these memories to keep.
I hate the way you see me now, and how much I yern for you. I hate it how you feel so far and never seem to see my smile. But the more I seem to hate the more I seem to miss.
Miss all the things we never seemed to have. |
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