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It's true I dreamed that you carried a torch for me. The times that I talked you up showed you off made you up were my attempt to share the fl..

The moment raged, asdid the look you gave me, staring me down as I turn away. You didn’t think I saw, but I have eyes in the back of my hea..

If I repent my sins and wash them away in holy water will you grant me peace? Must I live a life of atonement in shadows of regret in order to sl..

I was not there to hold the mirror and your tie is crooked You weren't there to hold the door and my dress is torn But I can't blame him an..

This is not a religious writing. It is about a woman who does horrible things because of her unrequited love. "His love" is not referring ..

I love the way your eyes squint when you look right through me I love how you bite your lip when you re-read what you write I love how you grab my..

Be still my aching heart take solace in the silence be blinded by the pain and someday you will see this is all part of the game Hold tight to..

I wanna go back to when I was a starry eyed dreamer trapping myself in situations unrealistic I wanna go back to a time when I got up on my soap ..

Forgive me for I know not what I do. Do you buy that? I hope not. You see I am tricky with my batting eyes and my sweet smile. they hide intent..

Is it so wrong to daydream in technicolor surrounded by the majesty of young hearts beating in time hoping for a happily ever after? I have to ..