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the way You look at her way in a sea of a billion people…
on purpose
You’d show mercy to no one but she in a gang of thieves…
on purpose
You have sang her to sleep in all of your dreams
With the songs you ripped and threw out the window
I’ve read them all big brother
And you’ve been looking at that ring in that store all week…
on purpose
Never… have i seen a man
covet a piece of jewellery with all that passion
Is that on purpose too?
you watch her lips to see the names she speaks
waiting to see her mouthing yours
I know you hope she would call it…
on purpose
i see you have a different breathing pattern
controlled by her absence
manipulated by her presence
who knew love makes a man asthmatic
thinking deeper and talking sweeter
laughing harder like humor never existed till she existed
you suddenly have a frequent pinkness to your cheeks
that no man carries around in his right mind
get rid of it.
all that pinkness
It’s hilarious
You mushy bag of bones
And you can fool her
fool everyone else
but not me
I’m too stupefied by love
not to notice it when I see it.
so be a go getter and

By Connie


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