The dotted line

Wed, 12/21/2016 - 20:57 -- Janiya2

Sign you name here X_____________
While i sign my name dripped with blood signing away my rights my voice to make a change.
I'm hiding behind the fact that being open is going all out, knowing you'll be so disappointed.
But when you have a push and pull effect on my life how did you expect it go?
Sleeping at night wishing to just wake up and tell it all, to sit you down and tell you why i am the way I am.
Would you still love me?
Would you even care?
I'll sign a paper waiving my rights just to be with you, I'll lose my voice just to have you in the long run.
Baby your beatuiful just like a shooting star, your something that doesn't come very often but still your mine.
If i could wrap my fingers around this love that we have I'll need four hands just to come to close.
Your priceless just like your beauty.
So on this dotted line I wirte my name to have and to hold you all if I could ever get you out of this mirror

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