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I could apologize until the dollar dies
scream a scholar cry till both eyes emphasized "I'm sorry"
You'd find my passion alarming but that doesn't influence your scarring.
I could care for you until death does its part
I could canvas your worth like fine art and cabinet you like fine china…
escort you to a million fine diners
yet you'd cry still and drip eye liner…
I could promise you that broken hearts aren't minor and that its more to you then a vagina
if you were a mountain I'd climb you…if you were a race I'd time you…if you were lost I'd find you….ANY WHERE
If I could replace whats been stolen
give you freedom and not control you
appreciate the whole you
honestly get to know you
get you high….I mean the low you…
Its love just let me show you...
Your heart needs elbow room
it needs stitches screws and space
its needs not to be lied to by the one it loves to its face
You've been tampered with…
you've experienced far too many sleepless lonely nights…
you've let the wrong people in and kept the righteous ones out
and this revelation came from your very own mouth…
it will take me decades and millenniums to prove my love to you to undo the pain I didn't cause….yet I'm not perfect but perfectly flawed…
See I could love you like I love my cd collection and tell you over and over again that your smile is infectious…
I could kiss you deeply and shower you with miles of affection but would you keep me or keep second guessing telling me that you can't help but question.
You can keep telling me all about your exes…and who you suspect they had sex with
I could watch you drink that next fifth…
we can stay in the friend zone chill and watch netflix…
I could cook you breakfast and help you with your necklace…
Your space I respect it although being platonic seems demonic
Im so hooked on your chronic steady going through hoops like Im sonic…
I need a gin and tonic or something far beyond it…I feel like some MC with a demo hoping I get signed quick….hoping to make you mine…..IF….
