Sunday 27 November 2016

Out of love - 69!

Love will not come to you,
It'll just surround you,
Like a warm sheet of sunlight
And, a comforting breeze of,
Fresh air!
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My story isn't in the books you read, it lies in the eyes you see.
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The feeling and essence of being almost is the most unsatisfactory thing ever.
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It's strange how you and I are bored or maybe too busy to strike a conversation, but still aren't over missing each other.
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Waiting for you is painful and tiring, but now I find acceptance in it.
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They call her a whore, a slut. Yet again she wrote an award winning novel as annonymous, like always.
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Choose hope over trust. Hope may let you down but a breach of trust is bound to shred you to bits.
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Your memories are like an earthquake they flash for a few seconds and leave me devastated.
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Don't dilute what needs to be dissolved.
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So they spoke, this time not to break the ice but to shred their ego.


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