I hate everyone.
No, not hate,
It's just an anger that comes and goes with the scent in the air before the rains.
And no, not everyone.
Not you,
Blue eyes, lips slightly parted.
I see you smiling in my sleep.
And I'm sorry that I am even capable for such heartache,
But I'm not settling for anything less
Than my dreams of soft whispers and soft kisses,
And blue eyes and slightly parted lips.
3/100, 11 May 2010
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