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Silly Rabbits


You've been my best friend for over a month now

After two weeks anything is a habit

So now i'm used to being silly rabbits

With you

 

I'm right,

We don't need to hold hands

Your company is enough

For my toes to find sand

And

I'm gald for you smile

I'm thankful for your eyes

Even if they Rome to Germany

And not to my sea

The water is warm here,

But I understand

You've got other places to be

 

I wish I could say you smelled nice

But it was more about your arms

Surronding me

And how I always tried to

But could never succeed 

In getting them to Anchor

Into me

 

You carry around anger

From a bright love you lost

And it was your fault

But I think

It's more about the loosing

Than what you lost

 

No one can compare to her

The same was true of him

But no one should compare to her

That's the part you forgot to give

 

I'm sure it's strange 

To be herat broken

It's your first time

And you're nearly twenty-two

I think it's even stranger that,

After all the words I've spoken

You're still near to me,

Like purple is to blue

 

So tell about the colors

You plan to paint you walls

I miss you...

Tell me about the bruise

You got from you fall

I miss you...

And this probably

Won't matter at all,

But,

I mis you...

 

So, I'm hopping 

you'll say this 

when you finally call,

like, "I miss you..." 

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JaBrea

Lavender is a nice color

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