is all
about
choices.
Choose, wisely.
Nerface

Your hands are coldWhen your lips grace mine, dearest love I feel mine heart beat heavy beneath my chest And my breath quicken til I fear I shall faint As your hands intertwine with mine And I feel the gentle grooves of them They seem to perfectly aline with me and I heave a sighYour hands are cold
For you are my sweetest love The one whose shoulder I can cry onto Whose hand wipes away those tears that I shed Whose simple words of kindness light up my heart And bring a gentle smile to my down turned mouth When in your arms, my heart doth feel protected And safe


late night heart attacks.every time you leave you take a bit of me with youlate night heart attacks.
you are my dove stealing my olive branch heartstrings
in search for something steady
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ricketyrockety, i sail on your waves of insecurity
who knew your tears were shed for similar reasons as mine
in oceans of burial grounds and late night drive ins
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honey, you are sweeter than the latest soft drink
my caffeine, my nicotine, my hero &nb
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Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
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There's existing. Then there's living. What are you going to choose today?
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I was thinking with that kind of ease.
It's harder for me, somehow.
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There's existing. Then there's living. What are you going to choose today?
Pelle
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Caboose: You're a thing babies suck on?
Tucker: No dude, that's a pedafile.
Church: Tucker, I think he means a pacifier.
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