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Standing on my Doorstep

I met you just this evening, but I let you walk me home
It was dark outside, and you wouldn't let me walk alone
When we arrived at my doorstep, I felt really low
And when you embraced my waist, i didn't want to go

Years worth of memories were packed between our chests
as we held on so tightly our blood vessels were compressed
Both of us thinking the same thing, not knowing when to part
and when i stole that kiss, that was definatley the start

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  • Rhythm Child
    June 14
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    tightly our blood vessels were compressed

    ya know when im close with someone and our bodies are close together or were holding hands i always kinda imagined like your pulse compressing with someones elses, like there so close there competing xD

    great write sis
    ive missed ya


  • Lanasaur
    June 9
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    COo0Oo0Oo0Oo0OL

    vERII lovey dovey....has it happened 2 u be4?


  • KelsBabez
    June 9

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    It was nice,
    the background was bright
    so it made it a little hard to read
    good luck,