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him
I feel you when I taste the lips of another..
I always seem to compare them to you
you've set the bar too high for their hearts to reach
you are the epitome of perfect and love
at 1:00am when my souls not at rest and II contemplate about life with tears staining my sheets, when I should be wanting to cling to him, the syllables of your name seem to be in tune with the number of heart beats it takes till my tears start to fade
I shouldn't be writing this.
I thought i was past this
I always seem to compare them to you
you've set the bar too high for their hearts to reach
you are the epitome of perfect and love
at 1:00am when my souls not at rest and II contemplate about life with tears staining my sheets, when I should be wanting to cling to him, the syllables of your name seem to be in tune with the number of heart beats it takes till my tears start to fade
I shouldn't be writing this.
I thought i was past this
Published 20th Nov 2014
| Edited 22nd Nov 2014
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20th Nov 2014 3:34am
Haunted memories of another love or perhaps it is simply lust. A few typos to mention, last line - pat should likely be past; 5th line, souls perhaps should be soul or soul's. Good writing, thanks for sharing.
22nd Nov 2014 2:08am
