and WHAT IF he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind. what about it.
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and WHAT IF he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind. what about it.
Love in sea salts
Measured my love in teaspoons today,
figured out I loved you too.
Told her you would talk some other day,
Don't plan on calling her back,
do you?
I met a guy, he's older and sweet,
You should see him 'round his father,
The way the muscles on his jawbone tighten,
His heart so clenched, it forgets to beat.
A little rough on the edges,
Close enough to be too far to reach.
I love him,
He love me not.
The door was closing on my face,
Till he caught.
Asked me if I was a the calm type,
Ironic,
Cause his eyes were raging storms.
He looks at me a second too long,
Afraid of drowning, i flee.
Dear lord,
please let that sinner drag me
down
to hell,
and in that heat shall I come crawling back to heaven,
to thee.
My brother loves too close to home,
I love like a soldier deployed overseas,
His heart breaks in concrete and bricks,
Mine's left to rot on a sinking ship.
And there's this boy I have known
since we were ten,
his eyes so wild and aware, as if
he's always in a lion's den.
I hate him
I hate him
That's the mantra I repeat in my head over and over again,
But
when that bastard smiles at me without even thinking,
maybe
hate can go to hell.
He's breakfast on a Monday morning,
Burnt toast and charcoal tongue.
Like the last wave of sleep on your eyes in the morning,
Before the doorbell's rung.
He's not mine to keep,
Never in a million years,
Seeping through the cracks of my fingers as i look at him with denial and fear.
I keep my love in tinned up cans,
Rationed like war time rice.
Too afraid to use it up,
But what if the enemies never arrive?
I love my mother,
The lord knows I do,
But how can he testify when I am not sure if i love him too?
I love love like the pearl loves the shell,
Itching and clawing at it's throat,
Till it spits me out shining yet pale.
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