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Twisted Like Twine 12/18/04 Twisted like twine over one boy's finger Captivated by the look of his eyes Yet he know not of my devotion to him And that is how it shall remain Until my mind has become sane once more But I suffer now with my hidden love but endure the pain I shall For this star I wish never to turn away And I shall play friend on and on Secretly dreaming of his tender kiss Of which the like I know not But desire from the bottom of my heart The flutter of my heart as I see him smile The rush of my blood when I hear him sing And the quickening of breath as he speaks to me I am twine twisted 'round his finger |
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| About Muse T- He was a crush during and after my time in a middle school play. We did not talk and to this day I belive he does not like me as a person. For a while he was claiming to be gay, but has had a few girlfriends since. |
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Backstage A silly little wish A mind possessed A flip of his hair A word A note A brain is wiped Backstage Chorus Angery tears Strong held fears A pot hole in the road But a song of old Refreshes my mind Care 12/20/04 I listen to the song I should know it true But yet I don't And don't care in the slightest I should know many things But I don't And don't care at all Why this is so Is something waiting for me That I'm none the wiser of If the is let it stay unnamed For it is not my concern I care for different sorts |
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Intoxicating dreams 12/22/04 Draw me away from sweet dreams For they have intoxicated me It is strange how they have suduced me And altered my thoughts But now they caught me Help me come back together Unseen but known My mind is blank And each of my days I must focus on one at a time When I walk by him He does not see me Something reassures me That he knows I am there I saw what I shouldn't My heart flutters Sweat rolls down my face I have seen a forbidden site He looks at me |
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