passion
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A Made Man sacrifices company for comfort. Frightened by peers’ lack of ambition, Comforted by a friend’s success; There is something endearing about a fear of inadequacy. The desire to be more, to want more, to do more, Paraded as an addiction. We rather lay our head at the feet of faith, than to dig
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Reminded of forgotten desires. Dark, with television to lighten the rich, brown, mahogany, that is my skin. So soft. Addicted to touch. My hips seared by your fingertips. Shadows danced on the walls as you gave the phantom kisses that reside on my thighs. The music background noise to your name, as if it was the
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It’s hard to define a boy like you. So lovely and hard to resist. Enchanted by your smile and how soft you kissed. Like a secret two kids would whisper at night you said my name. When you held my hand, I forgot the world with a boy like you. You said beautiful words that washed
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How do you start a letter to an old friend? To an old lover that loves turned bitter? Once feigning indifference, Month’s later prone to my own hearts negligence. I’m on rooftops with inebriated thoughts; Those choices we made cost a love lost. How long did you wait before your loneliness got the better of
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Passion, One word, One stupid fucking word that sarcasm has now embedded itself We fight because we forgot the basics And now this is what we know I believed in a fantasy You are too weak to speak I was damaged And your pride made you too lost without With both of us surrounded by
Wishful Thinking 