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Dripping hearts seeking love

I heard your plight I had you in sight,,let me ask why you keep writing about him yet it has proven that his heart you will never win. Listen Fenty,, smile please share your white set of teeth to the world and boast that your Father in heaven is no dentist. Smile let all your cries and disappointments out
At least displace them because in my heart is your place to be.

You have much to prove in this world than just being a cry baby asking us to ask you why you cant stop writing about him. The pen and paper are yours to conquer, write about how my dreams and yours concur. Forget about him for a moment lets get lost in the moment. Lets write to get it right. Lets write to win each others heart for at least we all can narrate how bad we have been hurt.

I guess everybody is bad at love at some point but that doesn't make you a failure. We all tend to hold on to the past forgetting that what happened to the wife of Lot. Hold up,, don't get salty,, hold up lets hold the remaining broken pieces of Cupids gift to mankind on. Hold up relax with the goosebumps, I can feel them too the chemistry is mutual. Lets titrate from the cup of love to dig out the moles. Hold on the vibe is real,,  I know you might not have felt something when we exchanged pleasantries for the first time yesterday but I don't mind if we do it again.

So please next time don't ask me to ask you why you cant stop writing about him but rather ask me to take you out.

*Dripping hearts write well too*

*Doluh words*

© *2018*

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