Tori (__tedious) wrote in excuse_me___,
Tori
__tedious
excuse_me___

Fingertips brush against my forehead. I'm brushing my hair out of my face to see the sunlight. You're cold now, and my euphoria gets lost underneath your sadness. I would kiss you if I knew you were open to sexual advances. Here now, don't give me that look. You know as well as I do you're angry more at yourself than at me. You must be for I cannot place blame on myself, anymore. I have no one to dance to, now.
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