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take your tired eyes away put them someone anywhere but on today
close the lids let go your cookie cutters im not made to mold unless your grab is hard on the skin ill let you explore my dips but you arent coming in until you find the tightest close sit we seoerate just to fit back with no memory why or how the split had affected the little world we made as we're watching down on it. spin. shes a dancer on the street a lady in the sheets shes me and shes choosing to skip work anything that has to be done to fall on the stairways of the steps hes placing on top as shes sinkin into his ribs she ought to wake up soon. she has the perfect way to make him whole just content with how shes knows like the blood on the run knows exactly where to go from the brains rampid thoughts to the places that play out the little piece of a myth most say dont exsist but he and i both know and were keeping it in to bad in me it cant be him i never give just breath as hard as i can and lame be the rules we break may it never cause future problems you find trouble when its showtime and theres a cast of people missing ill play the part give my lines to be as i go just keep the notes my loves almost at its peeking ruins of its walls never touched by your false doubts make amends with the past loves not fair to put it on as if its a pattern its not theres spots in the cycle that keep repeating if theres something thats not understood either cause the words cant hold the weight with the games taken as a turn know in this flame of passion
something a new feeling could confuse with lust
im here for your love the goods get used up
and leaving something behind makes every single
line you give
something that indents on impact
my heart trembling of the fear of your annoyance
my words fumble over meanings now they mean so much more now that its here
my love story sleeping infront of me
i got lost watching the eyes move over my blankets trying to seem like attraction hides
its hard not to talk myself out of your sleeve theres peices of me that i want you to believe
but thats not up to me entirely this is out of my control
see with me all i want is to be here till we get old
but i guess we will know just how much we really both give up for the hands hold image at the end of the road
were in this but this time not allone
things will change confessions may almost break the trust but death doesnt exsist as long as we make the makings everyday so its up to us my body next to yours is shy but getting up is out of the question

photog:
model: me
photoshop: me

Description
take your tired eyes away put them someone anywhere but on today
close the lids let go your cookie cutters im not made to mold unless your grab is hard on the skin ill let you explore my dips but you arent coming in until you find the tightest close sit we seoerate just to fit back with no memory why or how the split had affected the little world we made as we're watching down on it. spin. shes a dancer on the street a lady in the sheets shes me and shes choosing to skip work anything that has to be done to fall on the stairways of the steps hes placing on top as shes sinkin into his ribs she ought to wake up soon. she has the perfect way to make him whole just content with how shes knows like the blood on the run knows exactly where to go from the brains rampid thoughts to the places that play out the little piece of a myth most say dont exsist but he and i both know and were keeping it in to bad in me it cant be him i never give just breath as hard as i can and lame be the rules we break may it never cause future problems you find trouble when its showtime and theres a cast of people missing ill play the part give my lines to be as i go just keep the notes my loves almost at its peeking ruins of its walls never touched by your false doubts make amends with the past loves not fair to put it on as if its a pattern its not theres spots in the cycle that keep repeating if theres something thats not understood either cause the words cant hold the weight with the games taken as a turn know in this flame of passion
something a new feeling could confuse with lust
im here for your love the goods get used up
and leaving something behind makes every single
line you give
something that indents on impact
my heart trembling of the fear of your annoyance
my words fumble over meanings now they mean so much more now that its here
my love story sleeping infront of me
i got lost watching the eyes move over my blankets trying to seem like attraction hides
its hard not to talk myself out of your sleeve theres peices of me that i want you to believe
but thats not up to me entirely this is out of my control
see with me all i want is to be here till we get old
but i guess we will know just how much we really both give up for the hands hold image at the end of the road
were in this but this time not allone
things will change confessions may almost break the trust but death doesnt exsist as long as we make the makings everyday so its up to us my body next to yours is shy but getting up is out of the question

photog:
model: me
photoshop: me