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their storyMidnight creeps upon his silence, he sits, spilling words through a pen onto a page, ink spreading, speaking only the sweetest words of embracing his love once again.their story
Moonlight creeps into his heart, his whole life spent, a priceless cost, matters not to him.
The cost, a mere illusion to the love she held for him. Her skin, firm but soft, her stone heart, tender to his touch. He dreams of her, and her alone, dancing through time, closer with each step.
The fire burned and the ink flowed still from his pen, whisper to her the breath of life, fill her with the words she so desperately needed.
by *angel-in-waiting31
only weLips hushed now, the silence has set in, we fall victim to this temptation, within us piercing screams of love echo in out herats, still the silence is not disturbed, only we can hear. . .only we
Hearts beat for each other, a steady drumming to the beat familiar to only us. This mask, hidden secrets, deep beneath the illusion of smiles. Strangers now are what our hearts have become to others, feeling denied, but beneath the lies of deciet, we are one, only we see. . .
Now your breath is hot against my lips, your heart beating next to mine, delicately your fingertips graze the edge of me, my lips find yours, only this kiss,
by *angel-in-waiting31
Dream of himNight strips the day, sweeping through, my soul silently fading into the slumberous haven, a step closer to a sought dream. Darkness falls and prevades my mind, carrying me once again into the dream of him.Dream of him
lightning splits skies, rain seeps through cracks, distances of space and time fade, he's now here. . .
The flash of deep amber blinds me, sight of my only vision, the color of the eyes that paint my world alive, lie beside me, staring deep within my heart.
He's next to me. . .
Screaming echos fill the depths of my mind, bringing terrors in the night, silenced by his lips, sweet and soft,
by *angel-in-waiting31
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
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