A/N I have finals and a flight immediately after that on Thursday and will be gone until Sunday, so I won't be able to update. Instead, this one is for Thursday, and I'll post one on Monday instead of Sunday.
P.S. Could someone please give me some ideas on what to write about or some scenarios? It's getting hard to think about new topics (because I'm so original, right?). Comment below or PM me.
P.P.S. I thought about asking for personal experience, but I'm not sure if anyone would be willing to share something personal. But if willing, please do.
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For: My Deafening Love,
I sang to you in your sleep.
You didn't even flinch or move.
But, it's ok.
I don't think you would have wanted to hear me sing those love songs to you.
I don't think you would have listened.
I don't think you knew that I loved (It's actually love, no "d") you.
I would look at you as if you were the sun
and I was a growing flower
I would smile at you as if you were a mystery
and I knew your secrets
I would think of you as if you were my drug
and I was a cocaine addict
I would do everything and more
so that you would notice me
just a little bit more
In little ways like that,
my heart would sing to you a little bit more,
But I don't think you could hear me.
Maybe that's why we didn't last.
From: Your Blinded Lover
YOU ARE READING
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