She's the paper and I'm the pen. Some things are meant to be kept off line. Under the covers and shielded from prying eyes. Real and concealed. Tip-toe through this riot in my chest.
Laughing in the back of chauffeured cars. Baby faced saints monogrammed in silver. I dream of lives we could have had before.
I'm the curse on your girlfriends hips. Lost between letting it show and holding back. Stay out of my inbox. I'll forward you away next time.
IllBeYourDiamondRing
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