Kiracakes09 ...

The house we've built
looked so pretty on the outside
now its filled with only my feelings
and now you hardly ever come in
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Lazy Sunday mornings
Waking to each others' faces
A slight sparkle in my eyes
For your presence
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Never told you
But you already know the place
You kiss me there
You talk to me there
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The barriers that hold me back
cannot stop the magnet
that uncontrollably allows
my hand to caress your face
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Before
I could see us doing so much
going everywhere
sometimes I still can
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shocked and apalled
can't believe you just said that
so I said 'no'
and then 'yes'
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conversations
smiles
questions
giggles
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Feels like I met you at the carnival
I remember now 'cause you were behind the booth
the one that said 'You are a winner' when I walked by
and now that I can pick out my prize
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It comes to me in pieces
Like gasps of air between the days
As if consecutive is too much
Or like an epiphany sliced in portions
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What happens to a relationship deferred
Are raisins involved
Does it pick up where it left off
Does it acknowledge the inbetweenness of my heart
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I fell at first Hello
I got up at your first Goodbye
It wasn't easy to do so
But compared to moping, it was worth a try
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Inbetweenness
Its not a word but I copyright this
I'm sure its been thought of before
Probably spelled out before but
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I need to get inspired again
I want to fall in love
Or out of love
Or get me bodied
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To some it is a taste
And for others it is good news anyone can enjoy
My definition is our connection
Waking to find my hand cradling your head
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Physical flashbacks
Like I'm taken from the present
And placed in the past
Creating a false environment similar to your surroundings
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This is one of a kind
My senses come alive
The sound of your heartbeat to my ear could break concrete
But it's a lullaby
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Wish you were with me
every minute of every day
needed by me
like air you are
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when you grab my hair
when you squeeze my skin
or even grind against me
you do more than turn me on
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tears trickle down
into the creases of this yellow brick road
it elongates with each twist and turn
the bells at the end which were once in full view
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