My First Love

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Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love, but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear -fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection, even if it kills them slowly heres something i've but putting together slowly, about tyler and i's long distance relationship.and what long distance really means to me is if you truly love someone you must first give it a chance to fail, if it survives it is going to be stronger than ever..and being an ocean part is pure proof of this .He's the fire to my iceit was like a flick of a cigarette I was gone just like thatwe both knew i was leaving, did we ever think it would come so fast?oh how i want the taste of your lips pressed against mineand your roaming fingers on my hungry skinminutes feels like hours, hours feel like daysI’ve stamped envelopes, love letters have been sent Did we ever picture us to deal with this?sometimes i feel so damn alonehere on this rock, that i call my lonely as ever without my siblings,my puppy,and you mostlyi feel so anonymousThis ocean brings us closer together,nobody said this was going to be easyfall into me, we could wake up anywhere we wanted,tonight let's be poetsi will write these verses with my tonguei will paint these memories with my fingersand as the sunrise chases all of this backinto the shadows i will pretend we arejust two sailors shipwrecked on the shore.I promise I didn’t run away I seem to find myself going crazy in the morning light

I crave your body almost every night
Time is just standing so still that its making me ill.
Play me a song like you always used to
Play me a song so I can think of you,
Illuminate me with your sunshine
Once I see you again, you’ll be mine for good.
Some days I...
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