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Teen Angst At Its Finest

Contributed by ALineAboveTheStepBeneath on Tuesday, 5th October 2004 @ 05:06:20 PM in AEST
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Sometimes I don't understand
Why I can't just let go
And let myself love you
Sometimes I wonder why I want to
And sometimes I don't understand
Why it's you I've always wanted so badly
Sometimes I wonder
Why you'd want to be with me

Sometimes I let myself fantasize
Close my eyes and imagine
What it would feel like, being with you
I can feel your hands on me
Restless, endlessly moving
Touching me, exploring me, undressing me
I can taste you
Your mouth on mine
Your quick tongue and its tender touches
I can hear your breathing
Rapid and rhythmic
Your chest rises and falls against mine

And when I realize
You're not really there
That I've lost myself yet again
In a passionate affair
That existed only in my mind
Disappointment consumes me
Yet at the same time
I'm relieved
Sometimes I don't understand
The things you make me feel




Copyright © ALineAboveTheStepBeneath ... [ 2004-10-05 17:06:20]
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Re: Teen Angst At Its Finest (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 5th October 2004 @ 05:50:16 PM AEST
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great write.


Re: Teen Angst At Its Finest (User Rating: 1 )
by SkaterGirl16 on Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 07:39:49 PM AEST
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VERY good! Lotta emotion put into this one. *thumbs up*


Re: Teen Angst At Its Finest (User Rating: 1 )
by cuddlytiger17 on Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 07:43:25 PM AEST
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Well I've got to say, that was almost errotic. haha jp. good write tho. lol.




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