There’s tragedy in her tears. Fault lines in her fears. My dear, a deer caught in headlights. A constant red traffic light. When will she realize that stars above want to shine like her?
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How many rose petals should I pull apart before you love me? If I could only love you in my dreams, how long should I sleep?
My tongue gets tied at the thought of trust and trouble tumbling together in turmoil
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Is it love? Or is it real? Enchanted, ephemeral experience. Taking root in the cracks of the cardiac. It comforts and attacks. It extends and contracts.
I don't need distractions. I need you.