77Raisins

I should have called

Would it bother you if I called you beautiful? I suppose it maybe would. After all, you no longer view me as anything more than a friend. “The chance is small, tiny” that you ever will again.

I have too little motivation to reach my diary. So here I am on tumblr recording my thoughts instead.. Trying to think of a way to regain your affection. It is important to me. Though I know you don’t trust me.

And that is where the problem is. Trust. How can one trust a text message? I’m sorry I never called you. I should have called.

I’d still like that “date”. Though it was never promised, and will likely never happen. Not that we won’t see eachother again. We will still hang out as friends do. However I will always feel the pain of the repressed urge to hold your hand.

I do not love you. But I would like the chance to feel such a way. Perhaps your dashboard will be too full to see this. Or perhaps you will see this post and ignore it. It is after all my recorded thoughts, somewhat a rant.

I should have called. Maybe if I did, now would be different.

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Anonymous asked: there is nothing wrong with being a non.

I will stop writing if you don’t reveal whom this is mwuaha

I don’t mean
to be so
clingy

But I am afraid
that I
am already
too weak to

let go

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I’d prefer if heart break was a heart attack. At least that way a doctor might be able to fix it.

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The sun has set

The sun has set and took the stars,
now goes away the light.
No stars nor moon to shine again,
no illumination for the night.

You came and saw and sought for me,
and hence then changed your mind.
there is now no sun to light the day.
Now I wander blind.

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Yo gee di he say weher he go tumurra? You in da hood in over the house

Tonight is but a dream to pass.

I could hold your hand ‘till mine goes numb,
And still then not let go.
For tonight is one for us to live,
Be it fast or be it slow.

And as you lay upon my shoulder,
My mind goes void of thought.
I can breath in the serenity
And affection you have brought.

But tonight is but a dream to pass,
one of serenity and of bliss.

And before it is time to wake once more,
I shall end it with a kiss.

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Every body should reblog this because I ate some cheese. I am really proud of this achievment, I just want the world to know.

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