I open the door your eyes
stare back at me with glue
i smile and pretend it okay and come
inside and be with me.
Your beautiful.
kind the heart you own is
at times not there
for yourself..
I get stuck when it comes to you
and iam sorry for inviting you in to my
bed that night, Sipping on gigggles and
room temp beer.. smoking exhaling through
our noses.
I smirk in the smokie room..
Hazed over the over glossed eyes i stare in the mirrior
Never
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