KISS
The stolen moments
The unending anxiousness
The steps that always resembled trouble
Each one determining
What was to happen next.
Do we stay.
Glued.
Or do we leave
Comfort.
Now longing
For every move you make
For your feigned resistance
For that muffled groan.
We were complacent
We've been gratified
We are HAPPY.
BAHA!
forever21 was kicked/banned by SHAGwell
for flooding
Flood lines
fill them
with those simulated giggles
All which interfere
with this plethora of exchanged words
In this system of
"getting to know each oder".
Private messages evoke
auras of exuberance and insanity
Conversations between people
who are both seeking
for good company,
that is.
The single are ready to mingle
There are others
who just find comfort in disturbing the lives
Of those
who have already found love in theirs
In a way
They can be labeled as schaudenfreudes
But they too
Are just looking for 'love'
All but in the right place and time.
Meanwhile
a realization is waiting
Finding out
she has to ask for more
And finds more in you.
There is no more need for anticipating
You've braved the heart-wrenching i love you's
Now it's your turn
hear them.
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