There was a time where I believed everything you said. Where your truth was my world. A desire to know any faults you had hidden from me.
So desperate to catch you while you smiled so desperate to catch you while you slept.
A valid excuse to prove my suspicions were correct. But you're perfect. Not a slant not a crooked motion, but just who you are.
You love me even when I'm wrong and you love me more when I'm right, for this I give you my world to finally have and to hold my sweet love.
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Bethany Ramos
I am a women with a desire to write. I am scared to tell you who i am with my voice. But writing it always helps me look powerful.
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