𝟏𝟔 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒.

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I accept you

"Shame"
The word isn't something I run from
The feeling I'm familiar with But I don't want this shame
I don't want the tears that come with it Or the late night thoughts
Or the impulses.
I don't choose to love the long eyelashes the plump soft lips
The soft sweet voices
The sweet scene that fills my senses
Or the beautiful hair my hands get lost in
It's like a drug
Too addicting to stop
But the shame makes you wish you could.
So when I hear those 3 words
My whole world shines a little brighter than before.