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Always the cute girl But never quite his type He had me thinking he was feeling me the other night Couple of drinks and the music flowing so right Faded days getting hazy by the moonlight I got that get right, I keep the curves tight The tree is blowing baby maybe this is our night I like your smile and the way you speakin so smooth Poetic, steady, getting heavy Gorilla Glue And maybe that's why lately I been feeling stuck on you Yeah, kinda stuck on you My mind's been stuck on you Sticky icky stuck daydreaming Got the duck from you But you'll be wishing that I came and put this love on you

I cannot shake the fear Of letting you carve your name into my heart Like the careless vandals before you Graffiti in the form of stiches and scars Leaving spaces I've only just begun to fill with the stars Burning celestial bodies I wished upon solely to feel your warmth - @rs.darko

I'm a fucking mess And I love too much to listen To the advice life gives me when it says "You can't fix them.. You can't even fix yourself" Moisture upon your body glistens As you convince yourself to be someone else Just for the evening Just for tonight Just for that one and only Mr. Right Skepticisms guarded behind two lips shut tight.. She quivers in the staleness of the pale moonlight - @rs.darko

Maybe number five or number six I believe that's which one I am Out of all of your kids Kinda hard to keep track to be honest Met another one last August And that part wasn't even the hardest Because you abandoned her too Left us to grow in the dying carcass That should have been a relationship with you It was weird missing a stranger Because every time you'd try to meet up, Something always had to come up Still I begged my mom to wait just a little bit longer.. All I wanted was a father Always wondered how you could deny me as your daughter Was it easy? Born into this feeling of inadequacy Because you didn't want me Maybe you just felt guilty Or maybe you just forgot about me So rejection became the normalcy Well acquainted myself with my own mortality Over that longing for duality I suppose I never got enough vitamin D And M seemed to be just a little too busy So I supplemented those spaces With the faces of other men Always loved my step...

If I could keep love As well as I keep secrets Then maybe your ears would itch Anytime I confided how much I love you On thirsty patches of parchment Held together with a broken spine, And pages as loose as its lips. - @rs.darko

I do not resent fear. Fear inspires movement. It is up to you to choose whether that movement is forward or away. @rs.darko

I caught myself reading your words again And I caught myself in a smile That kinda shiteating grin Which spreads itself wide From cheek to cheek Like the last of razzleberry jam spread thin Trying to make itself enough for one slice - @rs.darko