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Love….

“Ok. Humor me.” He said. “Tell me.”

“A hurricane.” She said simply. “Imagine the a person as a hurricane, they have to stay on the edges and never get to close. They destroy or leave in disarray everything they touch.” She sighed…. “Such intensity, passion, an emotional whirlwind. Not many could cope with that.” 

“If it were real? It would be lonely.” He smiled.

“Yes….” She looked down.

“Now imagine that hurricanes a fire. When I finally showed him? He showed me that there’s an ocean inside of him that would calm my fire, deal with the emotions, the intensity, that would take my storms.”

He nodded, understanding but lost in thought.

“Tell me who wouldnt want to drown in the calming intensity of another?” She drew a circle on the table with her finger. “I told him that he was my darkness, the perfect pitch for me. Truth is? He’s my light.”


Sweetness….

This time that

has past,

My Sweetness

did you think it’d last,

So much 

and we grow,

My dearest Sweetness I

want you to know,

My heart and soul

they call for you,

You rule my veins

and mind so true,

My Sweetness tell me

do you see,

The profound affect

you have on me,

With you is where I

want to be,

No other place I

would do it for me….

Dreams….

Dreams cascade

in black and white,

I dreamt of you again

last night,

Your hand so soft

the sharpest knife,

And I was fighting

for my life,

Your laugh your words

and that smile,

False sense of security

for just a while,

You slid that knife 

slowly under my skin,

And with magical words

promised no sin,

I was killed from 

deep within,

I offered my heart

but that’s in the bin,

Your skillful hand

and sweet soft words so true,

I fell so deeply

into you,

Made my wish

that dreams come true,

I opened my soul

you took that to,

There’s nothing left I

bleed for you,

A skilful master

sharpest tool,

And look at me I’m

just your fool….

.x.

Him….(again.)

You are the addictive candle that graces my skin in the dark, each of your words have the power to caress or to burn, both ways mark me more powerfully than any touch ever could. 

Those that say words have no power? 

Will never understand….

“kitten.” You say. And I am here. Watching. Waiting. 

~ Longing ~

I long to be that something

that your fingers always touch,

To be that little something

that you use so much,

And I desire 

to be a part,

Hidden from sight

so deep in your heart,

Those quiet hours

when in thought your alone,

Find a place deep within you

and call it my home,

I guess its those little things

that are the things that I long for,

But quite simply all I need is your smile

and I fall deeper than before….

.x.



You inside….

​I wish I could enter 

your mind,
Oh so many secrets

would it scare me what I’d find,
I’d walk those corridors

sparking light as I go,
Its not your secrets they’re safe

just your thoughts I want to know,
I’d spark spirals of light with fingers

running off into the dim,
Scale your high walls

find the you from within,
Inside I know your filled with forests

lush green with thoughts anew,
I catch glimpses sometimes

it makes me fall even deeper for you,
 I want to face your nightmares

each and every one I’d slay,
So you could rest easy each and every night

and wake with a smile each day,
As time goes on and I’ve learnt so much

i know all I desire is more,
Those breathtaking glimpses when you let your guard down

i want you even more than before,
I see it in your pictures sometimes

when your mind is definitely not here,
Those times I wish I could pull you closer

and ask to let me near,
The perfect equation good bad dark light 

so true,
Please don’t hide from this girl

who is so in love with you….
.x.

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Found this today….

Its a good reminder….
Doubt Speaks…. – http://wp.me/p1lcgX-t9

Gypsy girl….

Gypsy girl 

dressed in red and black,

Auburn curls

fall down your back,

In the garden 

bare feet you sway,

The music transports you 

so far away,

In your sweet voice I 

hear you say,

That you think of him

every single day,

Tell me what 

it is about him,

You’ve called him the sweetest

most perfect sin,

Gypsy girl so wild 

untame, 

Tell me how your heart

he’s slain,

Tell me how he has your soul

so true,

And how anything for him

you will do,

Gypsy girl 

bare feet on earth,

You set yourself on fire

and from the ashes rebirth,

You weave your words

speak of love in waves,

You say you drown in him

and yet you he save’s, 

Gypsy girl 

dressed in red and black,

Auburn curls

fall down your back,

So tell me girl

does he own your soul,

Much more you reply

he owns me whole….

.x.

I want to tell you that I think of you 

when the sun goes down,

And I think of those eyes such a depth

and I drown,

You’ve got 

this key,

And it unlocks something

so deep inside of me,

I drown in you

and I care not,

Until there’s only you

everything else forgot,

And I know that I often 

get things wrong,

But know that my heart

to you belong,

That you would but see

the same in me,

When I see nothing but you

for eternity….

.x.


Emotion’s….

There was once a girl who was an emotional mess….


Your name stains my lips.

Your words caress my skin.

Your smile messes with my head.

Your goodbye makes my heart bleed.

Your lies ravage my soul.

The fact you didn’t care? Destroys me….

I have loved, I do love, I continue to love, always love….

You. 

You, only you, always you….

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