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Laying next to my phone receiving texts from you but being with you has a forceful feeling closing a gap from the internet to realty. Can't wait to have another moment again like that. 

 

Man when I look into them eyes, there just a strong sense of why. I look down for a glance, away from the deepness through your beaming eyes. When I truly just want to stare right back into them and then would you know I truly listen and look at the beaut within you. If I stared because you did first, would you find that weird because I see you on the other side. Looking deeply, you smile and laugh which lead to giggles but you never took you eye off unless it was because of your curiosity. Trigger feelings that should be held back? Knowing our generation drives me crazy cause I'm not free to express, boys, little boys played fake emotions and tramped over the locked door. Which I am still at trying to open it with a key and not force of share selfishness of greed. Like no other giving time, patients... 

is that possible you broke the guy code I stood for. Quick and unflawed personality...

I wish, but do I have to hold back?Strangers on another level, seeking peace with in a generation that change the fundamentals of love. Love isn't love anymore but a word tossed around like a wore down tire that eroded from contact with friction. Just like a person makes connections in society they unfold and reveal themselves little by little. Because of your eyes say look but you words say "we are just friends." I'm ok with denies but implicit to tell me, felt like a death penalty. Spending time was the only thing on my mind, other then you, it was always you. I'll wait, like no other I find you more winsome then the last. Why do I write, because of a for filling want of desire that was not once there but forgotten gone. Why do I look back to finding you eyeing, that has never made life so thrilling just by looking into them eyes. Laying next to my phone receiving texts from you but being with you has a forceful feeling closing a gap from the internet to realty. Can't wait to have another moment again like that. 

 

Man when I look into them eyes, there just a strong sense of why. I look down for a glance, away from the deepness through your beaming eyes. When I truly just want to stare right back into them and then would you know I truly listen and look at the beaut within you. If I stared because you did first, would you find that weird because I see you on the other side. Looking deeply, you smile and laugh which lead to giggles but you never took you eye off unless it was because of your curiosity. Trigger feelings that should be held back? Knowing our generation drives me crazy cause I'm not free to express, boys, little boys played fake emotions and tramped over the locked door. Which I am still at trying to open it with a key and not force of share selfishness of greed. Like no other giving time, patients... 

is that possible you broke the guy code I stood for. Quick and unflawed personality...

I wish, but do I have to hold back?Strangers on another level, seeking peace with in a generation that change the fundamentals of love. Love isn't love anymore but a word tossed around like a wore down tire that eroded from contact with friction. Just like a person makes connections in society they unfold and reveal themselves little by little. Because of your eyes say look but you words say "we are just friends." I'm ok with denies but implicit to tell me, felt like a death penalty. Spending time was the only thing on my mind, other then you, it was always you. I'll wait, like no other I find you more winsome then the last. Why do I write, because of a for filling want of desire that was not once there but forgotten gone. Why do I look back to finding you eyeing, that has never made life so thrilling just by looking into them eyes. 

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