Would it be childish if I said
That I wanted you -- Wanted to
Know your scent, to know
your touch? I want to take
your bruises in with my scars,
and absolve ourselves from
our bleeding misfortune of
a world that we call home.
With your trembling hand
in mine, we could sit back
and watch the world as it
explodes around us, illum-
inating the fire in your eyes.
I'd be complete to know that
I burn inside your heart.
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I've always liked your stuff, Dave. Really.
I wish you good luck with your future projects.
Thanks for commenting my blog.
Word. I write poetry for the wrong women as a pastime. It is great. Maybe I'll be wrong about this one and it'll pan out.
Again, all I can say is good luck.
Wimmens is hard stuffs.
I'm not a stalker or a Spunk expert, but I did hear of your terrible adventure across the country only to end up in such a horrible position. A friend of mine went through a similar scenario and still can't get over it. He straight up refuses to even talk to women. Not the right choice, obviously... but he won't listen.
lol, oh man, I continually talk to and engage women. Hell, they try to get *engaged* to me. I'm somewhat in my prime so no better time to ruin your life.
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