Hey pretty girl
With the big blue eyes
My heart belongs to you it's no surprise
The way you make me feel inside
My Emily
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My dad used to sing that to me every night before I fell asleep. He is a terrible singer, his voice was deep and croaky. But it was my favorite song. Il pretty sure it still is. And yeah...he sang that to me.
I'm watching old tapes of me when I was a baby. Cried too many times to count. Didn't feel like doing anything today so I just stayed home.
He used to have a goatee. Seriously, it was right on his face and everything. I don't think it looks good. But at this point I don't give a rats butt what he looks like I just want to see him.
That's all.
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
