my jaw would hang open in amazement all day.
People would stare down the gaping hole of my throat
and see the confusion beneath my esophagus.
I wonder, "What does it mean to be your girlfriend?"
I promise I will be true until I am bored or something goes wrong with you.
(Yet there is a spark of hope in my veins, the same color as your eyes)
Procrastination.
If my life were a novel, I would stand looking at the table of contents,
planning the course so that I never reach
The End.
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