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HARRISON

We spoke for a while
And the feeling I got was wild
You made me feel nostalgic
Like a piece of my past
Was within my grasp
This isn't supposed to be a romantic write up
But whatsoever happens-

I guess I'm like others
Shallow and selfish
But also painfully honest
Time didn't give me the chance to get hurt
And it sucks
Cause it also didn't leave me with memories
That'll soothe my craving heart

I had a taste of what being with you would've been
And I still can't help but think of how "she's" doing
I guess my luck is cursed on guys my type
Hopefully I won't die searching for the one-
For me
Funny thing is, we'll end up finding each other.
I'm uptight, yeah
But I want to be cool for awhile...
Harrison,
Dear Harrison,
The one who made me smile for awhile
With the yummy voice 
And attractive look
The one who served as my muse for sometime
With his mature thoughts
And understanding demeanor.

Harrison, my dear sweet-
sweet Harrison
Let me play with you in my fantasy for a lil while longer.


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  1. ITANDecember 26, 2021 at 11:56 AM

    🥰🤩

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  2. UnknownJanuary 31, 2022 at 12:01 PM

    I can really relate with this post. As I read, I smile at how similar it is to the crazy thoughts in my head.

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    1. ITANFebruary 11, 2022 at 5:44 AM

      I know🥺
      I keep learning on the thoughts to embrace and the ones to dispel.
      I'm with you in this!

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