'passion'
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love is just a word
caught in a world that does not exist
you remind me of a child
i'm in love with your saddness
you made me feel alive
that very first time we kissed
hold on to me now, baby,
Running down the stairs
With my pink embroidered dance bag
The rising temperature
Causing my skin to moisten
Like a melted Hershey bar
My pen
The paper mate black one that spills in my book
It’s good to me
Makes me feel open, even when I decide not to be
It speaks for me
Flipping pages late into the night,
Reading about Thomas Jefferson’s accomplishments
The great things he did
I wanted to do something great, unprecedented
I try to hide the parts of me that's vulnerable,
If it's not exposed, then I won't be exposed,
Don't get me wrong, I do have a heart for you,
And I just don't want you to think my heart is cold;
