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Your gooey, sticky fingers are tracing
my pale naked back
and i'm laying on top of your rib-cage,
my head moving up and down
as you take every breath
in
and every breath
out.
I imagined us in a cornfield
(The one by my house that got meaningful buildings
put on it's hard surface)
and we were laying in the summer bed of grass
with nothing but beauty swarming around us
and you silently told me the words
I never wanted you to say.
But now the sun has decided to rest
and i still haven't said a word back to you
because you do not understand,
I'd hate to have your heart spill out all over my clean feet.
Then i would have to cover up each track back to my house
and through my kitchen doors
while you slowly started slipping away.
my pale naked back
and i'm laying on top of your rib-cage,
my head moving up and down
as you take every breath
in
and every breath
out.
I imagined us in a cornfield
(The one by my house that got meaningful buildings
put on it's hard surface)
and we were laying in the summer bed of grass
with nothing but beauty swarming around us
and you silently told me the words
I never wanted you to say.
But now the sun has decided to rest
and i still haven't said a word back to you
because you do not understand,
I'd hate to have your heart spill out all over my clean feet.
Then i would have to cover up each track back to my house
and through my kitchen doors
while you slowly started slipping away.
I took the idea from myself that every guy who confesses they like me is never the one i prefer and i can never think of anything to say to them because i can't help but not like them.
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Love the last four line. Looove it!