His hands gliding across the surface of my skin;
The two that he’s held open doors for and held my hands in.
The gentle touch that I was always missing;
In the darkness I found it, in his very being.
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Pinned back hair
In her Sunday’s best
In the Summer air.
She waits for the train
To bring to her
The end of waiting pain
The arms of her lover.
Her eyes bright,
Her lips tight,
She waits at the station
For her lover, her confidant, her friend.
She waits ever so patient,
For her husband, her kin, her man.
It’s boys like you that make ladies like us forget how to behave like girls in love.
I want our love to be the kind of love where 50 years from now we’d both be on a park bench feeding ducks and looking at each other with that same sparkle in our eyes like the night when we first met.
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When someone asks me how do i get the motivation to blog nearly everyday?
I say the inspiration and reason. We feel a dozen emotions everyday, but we don’t cultivate the inspiration that results from it. Why and when do we feel? How do we feel? Who made us feel like this? What is the reason that this happen? I write it down the moment I feel it and release it into the world. No rereads no pondering over the right words. The best time to write about how you feel is when you feel it!
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Love is a curse
It inflicts and it hurts.
To care is a waste
Of energy and space.
To be vulnerable and honest
Is not to be an interest.
So lie and take!
Steal and break!
The reality is everyone only loves themselves.
In the end you can’t rely on anyone else.
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