Waking up to the tenderness of your touch, The steady stream of truth. Somebody would know what it's going to be like to exume your spirit Although people say love's everlasting Love thorns and scars your significance. I really do not understand living without the heat, passion, and reality you sappingly secret With no fear and no depth-- The one night. The one final night, is reminisced upon through my days Days of being kept in the icy fingerprints and shallow eyes of those followers. It all ended without too much extravagance. The flash of coney-like pearls The bliss effect of mumbled breath on my beating heart And the stars in my eyes backflipping to the dead-record sound of your fumbled speach. All I really have to say is that one night... I found out why pure love turns to pure chaos The undermyth of acknowledgement.
Reason for writing:
Writing dreams and real life thoughts is what keeps me alive and kickin' today. I need the assurement that it is worthy of ppl's reading.
Birth sign: Leo
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