There are words on the tip of my tongue.
A long list of them, just waiting to fly.
But at this very moment I can't grab any of them to speak.
It's like all they want to do is flow into you.
With you miles away, it is hard to arrange,
A way for them to move in the way that they wish.
Right now the only ones I can find,
Tear away and sacrifice to this text...
Are:
"I Really, Really, Really like you...
And in a more than like kind of way."
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"It's like all they want to do is flow into you. With you miles away, it is hard to arrange, A way for them to move in the way that they wish." ...I really like that because I don't know if you meant for it to, but those words can carry a very visual meaning.. Especially as of lately.
I am trying to remember something from once upon a time. I don't think it will come verbatim, but it was something like this:
I would like to scream my feelings into your mouth so that you could sort out what is real.
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