Fourth time lucky
he can't help but watch her,
even though it's completely wrong
('Cause, you know, they're cousins and all that shit)
he just can't help it.
his eyes
l i n g e r
on her hips, the soft sway of her
backside
(she has a very nice backside, you know)
Iloveyou
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Rose, Rosie, Rosie,
please tell me I'm not dreaming:
James, James, James,
I promise you're not dreaming:
good, because I don't think I would be able to take reality after this.
The words are sitting on his
l i p s,
which in turn are sitting on hers
but they do not want to come out,
and so they stay, merely sitting on his
l i p s
(he wants to say them, but he's afraid)
Iloveyou
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there's rumours and she's crying;
she's crying because of the rumours:
meannastyuntruerumours
but they are true; they have shagged
(four times)
he doesn't comfort her
-what can I say that won't make things worse?-
he watches her cry her, though,
and he wants to sososobadly,
but he doesn't,
he watches her, instead.
Istillloveyou
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everyone hates her(him)
they whisper and laugh at them:
the cousins who claim to love each other in a
n o n e
cousin-ly way;
the cousins who have fucked each other
f o u r
times.
.k.q
he ignores the stares(or-tries-to-anyway)
she pretends to hate him
-though she knows it's impossible-
but they're cousins and so it's wrong.
ButIstillwannaloveyou
.k.q