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Hope was propping me up when I met her,
Hope was my emotional support when I met her.
As soon as I saw her I wanted to taste her lips,
I was immediately attracted to her and desired intimacy.
So I did,
I acted upon my desire and kissed her.
I was ecstatic for at least six weeks, oh,
I felt extremely happy for about six weeks.
Hope was placed in her hands when she caught me she asked me if it hurt,
I placed my hope in her, and when she noticed my pain, she asked about it.
I told her 'Christ it did.'
I expressed how much it hurt, emphasizing the pain.
And it did,
The pain was genuine.
When she left me every morning, oh,
When she departed each morning, I felt a sense of loss.
I feel beautiful when she says I am beautiful,
I feel good about myself when she compliments me.
But she is more beautiful.
I acknowledge her superior beauty.
I feel heavenly when she says I am heavenly,
I feel uplifted when she praises me.
But she is more heavenly.
I recognize her greater sense of divinity.
Can't feel disappointed when her hips are that wide but I still feel lonely and screwed up inside,
Despite her physical attractiveness, I still feel empty and troubled inside.
And the taste of her tongue, it makes me wish I'd given up smoking,
Her kiss is so satisfying that it makes me wish I hadn't smoked.
She was a big, big girl she had big ideas,
She had big ambitions or expectations about relationships.
Like how my heart should be free but I don't want it to be,
She believed in the freedom of my heart, but I desire her presence, conflicting with the idea of freedom.
I want her, here beside me.
I want her to be with me.
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