I wish I could dance with you.
I wish you would look at me with those sky-blue eyes more often.
I wish your scent lingered longer on my clothes.
I wish I could be allowed to love you.
I wish that I could be something you could love.
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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poesíamore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.