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Kissed you under the pouring rain
Bourne your sorrows and drowned your pain
Told you how often I thought about you
But then again, I'm sure you knew
It was fun for a while but we drifted apart
Loving you took all of my heart
My heart screamed and begged you to stay
But I stayed silent and you walked away
People kept me aloft and its them I must repay
But just for you, I have something to say:
I would have loved you with all of my soul
But you tore me down and left no room to grow
Bourne your sorrows and drowned your pain
Told you how often I thought about you
But then again, I'm sure you knew
It was fun for a while but we drifted apart
Loving you took all of my heart
My heart screamed and begged you to stay
But I stayed silent and you walked away
People kept me aloft and its them I must repay
But just for you, I have something to say:
I would have loved you with all of my soul
But you tore me down and left no room to grow
Literature
Even If I Tell You...
Kiss my neck,
Hold me close,
Tell me good things
Even if I don't believe.
Tell me I'm beautiful,
Please,
Even if I deny it.
Tell me you want to get to know me,
Please,
Even if I think I'm the least interesting person
in the world.
Kiss my cheek,
Hold me tight,
Be there when everything's
not right.
If I lose someone,
Be there, please,
Even if I tell you I'm okay.
If bad news comes,
Don't leave me alone,
Even if I say I want to be
on my own.
Kiss my cheek,
Hold me close,
Tell me good things,
Even if I don't believe.
Kiss my neck,
Hold me tight,
Be there when everything's
not right.
Literature
Running Away
"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to
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Stone
"You have a stone in your heart,"
That rouses me somewhat. I look up from my book and out the window at the gray fog that's settled over everything like wet cotton. I imagine breathing it, letting it fill my lungs with gray. All at once, the room is suffocating and I push the window open and the cool air tumbles in and ruffles the pages of my book so that I lose my place.
The spell of the story unravels and some part of me aches to know that the sort of love that exists in the storybooks is never true.
She loves the lines of him.
Her.
"Are you listening?"
"… Yes," I say without much conviction.
Rainwater pools on the windowsill.
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Heyy, look a non suckish ish one!! maybe my writers block is gone.. ISh. xD
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This is so beautiful... I know how that feels. Thank you 
