you know, with a single line you could make me yours.
(arent i already?)
what would it mean?
thoughts and feelings commingling
the taste of me on your tongue
the scent of you under my fingernails.
(scared yet?)
theres more.
being broken, crying, joy and wild laughter,
blank stares, anger and punches throw into the air.
stupidity, boredom, passion and drama.
why do you take all things in stride?
yet, i... think youre cool.
(almost, already.)
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