And we ignored our other's happy plans for that delicate look upon your face.
Our bodies moved and hardened hurting parts of your garden with no room for your pardon in a place where no one knows what we have done.
Do you come together ever with him?
Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does he drive wild? Or your mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover, sweaty hands and your foot in the appropriate place.
And we used cushions to cover happy glands and the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our mind pressed and guarded while our flesh disregarded the lack of place for the light-hearted in the boom that beats our drum.
And I know I make you cry and I know sometimes you wanna die but do you really feel alive without me? If so, be free. If not, leave him for me, before one of us has accidental babies. For we are in love.
I'll be back to recap this year.
But I just want to put this here: I love Damien so much. And I got to see him live.
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