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Through my lips, words powerful enough to start and end wars escape.
They speak wisdom far beyond their years.
But, the only way my lips cross your mind is when you imagine how they feel on your skin.
 
When you look upon me I am no more than an object.
You look upon the way my clothing hugs my body,
Tighter than any man would,
And you think about the way my body looks in the moonlight.
 
What you donít see is the way the sun kisses my skin in the morning.
Or how long it took to have the confidence to wear this dress.
This dress that is so incredibly tight that it almost holds my heart in place.
 
Because you see,
My heart wants so desperately to belong to someone else that crawls up my throat and onto your lap whenever you smile at me.
 
Itís the same heart that I wake up to each morning that I allow you in.
Right where you left it,
In the spot you were hours earlier.
 
But thatís okay,
Iím just not the type of person people fall in love with.
Lylarose
Written by Lylarose (Lyla)
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