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A Young Young Love Story

This is a Story of a naive little girl who loved sharks while other girls adored dolphins


Here I am


Falling as sh!t for you
Just one glance In my direction makes me melt
Oh your husky voice
If only you knew how you make me feel
Maybe it's just a high school fling..

Thinking back to that night of stupidity and bliss..
You,  working your way through me
Through my soul
You wanted me as much as I wanted you
Or so I thought


You took me to the moon and back
Made me feel like I was on cloud nine
Made me fall for you


Stupid little girl
Couldn't play in my lane
Had to fall for a handsome prick like you
It sucks though
Knowing I could never have you
Only in my wildest dreams 

24 Nov 14

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