There is
Painful
Beauty
In all of this
Uncertainty
Your
Mark
Is
Fresh
Like
My
Stolen
Virginity
You
Manage
To
Touch
Every
Protected
Part of
Me
Each
Second
That
I have
Ripped
From me
Reminds
Me of
The future
I want
In front
Of me
Never
Have
I ever
Wanted to
Be broken
So
Independent
I have
Been
A flirtation
A token
But
Now
I want to
Hear
Something
Anything
From you
Spoken
I only
Need
You to
Convey
You know
The seriousness
Of this
Heart
You are
Holding
Pale
Blue eyes
They
Are the
Windows
To my soul...
I know
You look
Into them
And
Know
Everything
There
Is
To know
Your presence
Drops
A halo
Over my
Face
Your accent
Takes
Me
To
A happier
Place
Like
Even now
I hunger
Even
In my pain
To
Know
You
More
Like
I have
No
Strength
To truly
Shut
This door
So
I keep
It open
So you
Can
Walk
Right
In
I want
You
On your
Own
Not
My
Ultimatum
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