| Those eyes, deep like the lakes you sail. and I was the wind, chasing after him, and filling his sails,
but he was faster than I was, and I am constantly searching.
His
kisses always taste like newports with menthol, or maybe a different combination of chemicals that I have no idea of. And I want him to come
and sail me away and I want to stop searching. I want a text message. I
want a phone call, or a meaningful embrace. I have to face fact one day, instead of absorbing all
fiction. This is just becoming too much and I'm constantly searching and he's sailing and he's smoking and I am the wind, I am the wind, and I want a kiss that tastes like love and nothing else.
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One day I'll realize there's no turning back I've molded a
path for me, one that I didn't want. I have to take it. I am nothing I ever intended to be. I guess,
this is how it was meant to be.
I hope I don't sound selfish.
You're eyes beam rays of love at me. I can't seem to get over it.
I wish I could swim through
your veins and cleanse you of any angst, sadness, and pain contained
within your fragile body.
I want to hold an umbrella over everyone I love.
I want to jump and fall for a few hours.
Until the wind makes my skin sting and I get a headache.
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