Kiss me now because it's the only thing in this world that makes sense to me. It's the closest thing to being honest and true. If that's enough for you, then we will be okay. I don't want to explain to the moon that sometimes things don't go as planned and that night under the stars meant about as much to you as the weather channel flashing past your eyes. If you could just hold on a little longer, you would come to find the dullness in my eyes fades away when it rains. My heartbeat doesn't falter every half beat anymore. I can dance to a rhythm and swing to a beat. Just wait a little longer, shooting star. My arm span is only so big. I'm holding on but you're too eager to move and I'm too distracted by the world floating by. Soon you won't have room for me in that growing galaxy. |
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I love this piece, doll. I'm so glad you posted it.
Just decided to take out the last line completely?
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she's a pouty soul full of vinegar and glitter.
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We become attached to what's familiar, and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
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