Poetry and Prose

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Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy.

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"Your grief was a large house. So, I set my heart on fire to let its smoke lighten your tears."

Abhilasha.

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"A fire burns inside me, and I keep it alive. As the air touches the flame, it realizes what burning with desire feels like."

Abhilasha.

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"If I could name a devil, it would be the hope that tells me I deserve to be loved."

Abhilasha.

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"What a great massacre it was—loving you."

Abhilasha.

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"Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart."

- Yann Martel, Life of Pi

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When you left, I went to the ocean, believing it was the only thing vast enough to hold my grief. But it overflowed with my tears, and I was left standing on the shore, carrying everything I had hoped to drown.

Abhilasha.

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The color of love is yellow. It is the color of a kitchen light left on for you when you come home late. It is silent, waiting, and always safe.

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A 'yellow person' is someone who heals the wounds left by the people who promised you passion but gave you pain.

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Some people are a storm, but you feel like a warm summer afternoon.

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Red was too loud. I preferred the quiet safety of your yellow.

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Yellow is a certain person that you hold so close to you. They're the person that kept you going when at times you felt like giving up.

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I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over you.

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"We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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"If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juicy middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end."

Sarah Dessen

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"If I had my way, I'd remove January from the calendar altogether and have an extra July instead."

Roald Dahl

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"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."

F. Scott Fitzgerald