The story begins
You circumsize my heart
I let you in.
Your stock worth gold,
In my purse.
the game begins.
The emotions emerge
Here it goes again.
The same pathetic story,
A ballad song from Tori,
Same exact role, A different face
We get so close, Yet you erase
Your image from my screen-
No stand in to help me ween,
Because you can't deal
With all the intensity that you feel.
Whose left at the stake
But of course, who cares about, Your trusty mate
Here I am again
Except I'm not 16
You're a girl
And lots of time is inbetween.
Guess I'm the one to blame.
Sent from my iPhone
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