I want tragic loveA Poem by Mya Q
So take me dancing, meet me on the balcony. Whisper a sweet nothing.
But leave early. Let your phone ring and say you have to leave early. Always leave me wanting more. Listen to me when I talk, question me when I talk, laugh at the jokes I make when I talk. But the little things, forget the little little things. Forget what I say so we'll always have something to talk about. Do nice things for me, open doors and stuff like that, hold my hand and stuff like that. But do little annoying things, do little bad things, do things that bother me. Bother me because I'll get bored with perfection. © 2016 Mya QAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 2, 2016 Last Updated on December 2, 2016 AuthorMya QAboutI Have a feeling, that I'll make something Great of myself one day. I try to get rid of it. Tell myself it's not realistic. Not get my hopes up but the feeling.. more..Writing
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