I am fire, she is water, She shines in every shape and color of my personality. She dwells in the unknown corners of my mind. I awake in her eyes, and I die in her arms. Her touch opens me like a matchbox. When I am with her I can move mountains, but I can't crush roses. She gives me a quiet, gentle strength, like a velvet hammer and satin nails. My dreams clutch her eyelids in the night air as each moment drifts into the next feeling. I always come of age in her embrace, spiritual age that is swept around me, but not through me. (Until we are brought back together) With our minds, bodies, and souls we exchange and unite, until angels cannot call us two, but one. One. One sweeping, telling, loving, confusing, beautiful silk existance. Together we step out of ourselves and run, run along the sand and beside the water, in and out of the clockwork dream of our togetherness- to spred our wings...and fly. If only she knew (and she doesn't know) that there is so much passion in her eyes I could drown, so much feeling in her touch that it could light my way to a place so much better than this. I don't like to look at my pieces in the mirror, I cringe to think of my world without her, she stiches me up because I love her so.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Pisces
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