

gamedating is a game i don't really want to play 'cause when it comes to romance i haven't much to say if it was up to me i'd leave out the flirting eyes go ahead and break my heart don't have to tell your lies it can't last, you know so let's just skip to the fun kiss and cuddle, holding hands we'll know when we're done so maybe it's afterwards that we'll finally learn love is probably worth the wait so let your heart yearn though you may be lonely don't settle for something so lame 'cause dating isn't really fun wait for something tgame


beautifulpale skin wrapped in black crimson stained snow most have never felt before what she'll always know delicate scars frame her pain well of hurt in her eyes you can see through her hair how deep when she cries cold clean blade of blood tempered steel brought deep inside calming what she feels so try to understand her beating heart of cold its rythym always seeks the right way to unfoldbeautiful
she's...beautiful


remember?we walked along quietly not knowing what to say i knew what was coming knew i wasn't going to be okayremember?
not a word had passed your lips no need; i could see your eyes numbing thoughts raced through my head deaf to my heart's fearful cries
you put my arms around you remembering how they felt before when they used to bring you comfort and you'd ask for a moment more
i said i'd hold you for eternity if you'd only ask me to i wasn't joking then just waiting for a cue
remember when you were mad how i wrote you that silly


what would i knowbah humbug is what i say to the way that lovers like to play im sick of all the romantic fools making use of their romantic tools roses are ugly and thorny too why would i ever want one from you? and what would i know of being held close it seems kind of awkward and all kinds of gross love poems are to me a kind of tort language construed of the most horrible sort roses are red and violets are blue sugar is sweet, so you can't be too and when you're in love you can't get anything done so if you really think about it, how can it be fun? she loves me, or she lovwhat would i know
I'm attending college in this dump of mine. xP
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