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When you're stuck on my mind and I'm stuck on your tongue, What could go wrong? the day wouldn't ruin this, For us, This is ours My hand in yours, your whispers in my ear "I love you my dear" How could I ever get enough I'll never have enough of you Late at night, when you're awake Dreaming of catastrophes and all the other entities just stop... and think of all the things that we could do and all the things that we'll become This is ours My hand in yours, your whispers in my ear "I love you my dear" How could I ever get enough I'll never have enough of you When all I need is your love and you're just after my heart who would get in our w

Shit. I unintentionally use it almost every day. In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out. Even when I can’t think of anything else to say. You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt. That exact word will seep and creep out. It makes its way into any given conversation. It’s probably the most used default abbreviation. It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation. It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation. In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication. How can one word have so many definitions. And still have the same effect despite its repetition. How can this same word blur all the lines of di

Semi-Detached. She was very sensitive. As if the volume was turned up in her head. She started using her mother’s sedatives, As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed. She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives, They never showed an interest in anything she said. Her attempts at socialising were tentative, So she conjured up imaginary friends instead. Her dogged detachment was her only imperative. She could not risk the chance of being misled. There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives. Too many years of tears have been bred and shed. The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative. She knows

Love consists out of pain Love consists out of desire Love is what I admire Love always fights against my brain Love is despising Love is passion Love is not a piece of fashion Love is always surprising None of these things are untrue Love is enough to make one weep That is love as it seems Yet when I think of  you I simply can’t fall asleep Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams

What would you do? ... If I disappeared without a word? If I screamed for you before i was gone? If I said nothing to you as the last words? If I cry for you? If I smile before I leave? If I sing you one last song? If I laugh out loud to make you feel it's nothing? If I cut my throat? If I shot my head? If I jump in the river? If I run into a car? If I stick a knife in my chest? ... If I am gone?