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His touch is as gentle as a gust of wind that brushes against your skin.
His kisses make your skin crawl with delight.
When he rubs his hands up the bend of your back and presses your body against his, it sends a chill up your spine.
His touch.
Its love, lust, desire, passion
At the end of the night all you crave is his touch
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I wonder why people praise love
Love is a dangerous game to play with someone
Love is when you let someone lie to you, hurt you, abuse you physically or mentally
You forgive them even when your mind is telling you not too
You get so use to being around that person, listening to their voice, you crave their presence
You are addicted to them
You let yourself get hurt over and over again just so you don't have to be alone
You love him
You love him
He says he loves you, You smile, get happy but in the back of your mind you know he is lying to you
You don't care
You let him constantly hurt you, but you tell yourself it's okay because you love him
You cry yourself asleep at night but it's okay because you love him
You rarely sleep at night because you wait for him to text you back
You rarely eat anymore but its okay
You start to hate yourself but it's okay because you tell yourself he loves you and will change
When he finally leaves you, you spend countless hours crying, blaming yourself, but really you didn't do anything wrong
You find yourself looking for him in every guy you meet
Until you wake up one morning, go about your day
You realize you didn't think about him once, it saddens your heart because of all the love you once felt for this boy is finally gone
You are proud of yourself, you never thought you would be able to feel happy by yourself again
You did it
You finally did it
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You stare into his eyes
His gorgeous blue eyes
His look alone makes you breathless
He sparks something inside of you
His touch send a sensation through your body you have never felt before
You feel so alive when you're with him
His eyes are like the ocean
Beautiful, full of mystery
Simply stunning
His voice is melodious
You could listen to his sweet voice all day
When it comes to him you lose your senses
His presence is like a drug
You always want to be a around him
No one in the world compares to him
No once could make you feel the way he does
He is perfection
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Staring into the mirror
Having no idea who is staring back at me
When i look in the mirror all i know is the reflection i am seeing is sad
Very sad
The reflection
It looks lifeless,
Exhausted because this world surrounding it is so cruel
Cruel to mind
Cruel to the soul
A lifeless vessel
Waiting to expire
Waiting for the pain to stop
It never does
The pain never goes away
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Death;
Death is a very unusual thing to understand
To grasp the knowledge that people hold, who do not fear death, would be an amazing thing.
Those people have tormented souls.
However, those tormented souls are the wisest.
They have the best knowledge on life; and how to except the undeniable end that we all face.
Even though some of us, no; most of us are too afraid to remotely understand the true destiny that we all trying to run from.
Yet we are not really trying to escape the fatal end; we are racing towards it in one way or another.
We want to live our life to the fullest.
We have a certain crave for the adrenaline.
We crave the uncertainty of death
Therefore, they are striving for the end to come, some faster than others; in reality we are all striving for the same thing.
The strong urge to so-called, live on the edge.
Is it really living?
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Staring into her eyes is like staring at the gates of heaven
You want to breathe the air she breathes
You want to inhale the sweet aroma that comes off her delicate skin
You want to hear that innocent voice everyday
She is magnificent
She is truly magnificent
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