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i wrote a huge long entry, but deleted it. it sucked. i just wasnt happy atm. I'll keep the poem i wrote thou.
--Warmth
The carpet isn't where I'd expect us to be,
But you led us here with your words
Such deception tied to each fragment of your sentence
You have a hidden agenda to be unspoken of.
The only assumption that can be realized
The assumption of your feelings for me
I'd rather not tell myself the truth
If it means tomorrow I'll be so unable
Unable of your words, sweet and tender
In the last hour I'll notice even more
That the fool between the two of us felt always
Felt that there could be something lasting.
Scared I will be even through this experience
Somewhere deep inside I understand,
Tomorrow your words won't be there to comfort.
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it's so late, i should be sleeping
--Warmth
The carpet isn't where I'd expect us to be,
But you led us here with your words
Such deception tied to each fragment of your sentence
You have a hidden agenda to be unspoken of.
The only assumption that can be realized
The assumption of your feelings for me
I'd rather not tell myself the truth
If it means tomorrow I'll be so unable
Unable of your words, sweet and tender
In the last hour I'll notice even more
That the fool between the two of us felt always
Felt that there could be something lasting.
Scared I will be even through this experience
Somewhere deep inside I understand,
Tomorrow your words won't be there to comfort.
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it's so late, i should be sleeping