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March 31, 2009

Submitted by anonymous

Declare my love for you oh so proudly,
so proudly, yet in some ways so cowardly

what is love, does this description fit the key?
my heart goes faster, every time you look at me
a kid in love, “I know were destined to be”

but it wont happen, you’re too fucking good for me

my life’s just a permanent soliloquy,

don’t even know how much you fucking mean to me.


Together, shit, we’d be invincible

but to you, im so invisible.

Revolutionists in the Battle of Bunker Hill

dressed to kill, but my life’s no thrill,

nervous and stuttering, no fucking skill,

her pretty smile, so fucking loveable,

chances together, just abysmal.

No chance,  is what im implying,

busy life and terrible timing,

no time for love, no denying

so I ask should I stop trying?

stop whining, definitely stop crying.

get angry and stop replying,

go to the balcony and try out flying…