Your bad-boy persona is alluring to me. I can tell that you like the colour black & are enigmatic as I. Darling I feel like you and I, could work. you smoking And being the bad ass you are, and me trying desperately to save us both. Oh god, you're smile is heavenly, and I want to just, love you? You're how I picture my man. I want to know every detail of your life & about you meticulously. Are you benevolent as I? But baby, this will never happen; but I can still watch you while this ephemeral camp is still on.
You play soccer, and I find it sexy;
Your attitude & actions. Please, if you don't want to kill me, don't run your finger through your hair, wear the monochromatic black outfits, & wear your sunglasses. You irk me so, because I want a bigamy to happen with you and I, it'll never happen. Hopefully I'll see you around... that's all I can hope.I hate when you'd dance. Because when you danced, I felt like letting go and just losing control. I was going to ask you to dance but then we had to leave. I wanted to follow you around like a lost puppy, and I wanted to love you as puppies love.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)