He Said...
I look into your eyes
And I see depth, I see knowledge.
I see a scared girl who lost herself
long before I came around.
I see a girl who craves love
but denies anyone who gets close.
I see a beautiful,destructive woman
who would rather die than beg for anying.
You're proud but you hate yourself.
You want me but you fear yourself.
You're a walking conundrum.
But I.....I need you. I need you wild wicked mouth.
I need your love that cannot love.
E.M.S
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