i want your good, bad and ugly
but you're playing like you're pretty when you're not
dandelions were never meant to be roses
and i want you to forget me not
i wish i could define what love was for you so i could be your dictionary and let you open me to whatever page you felt like reading today
whatever page you felt like running your fingers over my ink on
i want to find whoever hurt you an put my hands around their neck until their eyes turn white,
then breathe my life into their lips to show you that words are only as invincible as their owner, which is not at all
not at all
their words are not more powerful than my love
not at all
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