A letter I wrote today...
xxxxxxxxxx,
Sitting at my desk at 4:30am, looking at the moon through my open window, miserable because of the broken air conditioner, yet all I can think of is you. I can't concentrate, can't sleep, and forget about watching TV, just not possible. I sit here asking myself, "What is it about you? How can someone make me feel so happy yet so bad at the same time? Be both a good dream and a nightmare?"
Imagine going without food for weeks, then finally your in a room full of it yet not able to eat any. Imagine everyone drinking and not letting you quench your thirst. Imagine everyone winning the perfect vacation, yet your left without. None of that compares to how it feels to be with you and not able to touch you. To hold you. To taste your lips, your kisses, your real love. Everytime I take you out is a tease. Everday I miss you, yet glad I'm not able to miss my oppurtunity to be close to you.
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Theres actually more but damn I don't want to write it again.
FUCK WOMEN :)
Jer
Sitting at my desk at 4:30am, looking at the moon through my open window, miserable because of the broken air conditioner, yet all I can think of is you. I can't concentrate, can't sleep, and forget about watching TV, just not possible. I sit here asking myself, "What is it about you? How can someone make me feel so happy yet so bad at the same time? Be both a good dream and a nightmare?"
Imagine going without food for weeks, then finally your in a room full of it yet not able to eat any. Imagine everyone drinking and not letting you quench your thirst. Imagine everyone winning the perfect vacation, yet your left without. None of that compares to how it feels to be with you and not able to touch you. To hold you. To taste your lips, your kisses, your real love. Everytime I take you out is a tease. Everday I miss you, yet glad I'm not able to miss my oppurtunity to be close to you.
..........
Theres actually more but damn I don't want to write it again.
FUCK WOMEN :)
Jer