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Snpdrgon
Feb 21, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

twenty two minutes ago

twenty two minutes ago

 

 

I was doing ok

until twenty two minutes ago

and I don't really know

what changed

and I don't really want

to think too much about it

you're not thinking about me

how can you be when you're sleeping

seven states away I'm in daylight

you're in the dark

the very dark

all you said was, "wow"..

and I knew what you meant

I didn't want to know

but I did somehow

it was the way

you said it

after I said what I said

the way I said it

and goddammit

love is so fucked up sometimes

it's not just me and my needy heart

it's not just me and a thousand ways I'm a dork

it's not just me in this thing with you

it's not just me who's in love

it's not just me who's hurt

it's not just me afraid

it's not just me

is it?

 

 

— Snpdrgon, Feb 21, 2008

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Maverick

18 years 3 months ago

I like how you left the

I like how you left the person(s) to think themselves why you were okay until 20 minutes ago. Very nice.
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Snpdrgon

18 years 3 months ago

:) thank you, BR. the truth

:) thank you, BR. the truth is I managed to stay busy until then.. when I stopped staying busy, in rushed the sadness. xxx Lisa~ "Defend your peace."
atorn

atorn

18 years 3 months ago

love and the question of it

damn if love doent suck sometimes and you captured (as you always do) the feeling of despair and confusion and hurt perfectly remember if the risk was not so great when you give your love to someone than the reward of having it accepted and returned would have no worth its always the risk that dictates the reward on a personal note piss on any man who would not count himself rich beyond midas to have a woman such as yourself love him