delicate//

i'm a wave in the sea, stuck in a girl's body, doused in the stream of consciousness

[love-personal]

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[minimalustful]

Desire and lust could easily be disguised as “moonlight” and “dust”, but a thought, as pure as this love, could by no means be construed otherwise. I, however, am the same child of poetry and mystery – who denies speaking with certainty, hiding beneath the vagueness of moonlight and dust.

I am the same child who frolics with words- like strings on my fingertips, as if they were the forbidden fruit to a naked body; like a labyrinth to a thought. I embroider words into a veil of courage for my delicate soul. I am neither truthful, nor insincere to half reveal a thought and half-conceal it with metaphors.

Between poetry and purity: Honey would drip from lips that kissed a wine glass, but fountains spring in sober bosoms. And I have found honey and wine, and moonlight and dust powerless against this love that is infallible.

[jannahflowers-deactivated201712]

[ericmickelson]

[oonajuliar]

[caspzr-deactivated20190316]

[goneonline-deactivated20170919]

[neckkiss]

I wanna be here..

[adohlescents]

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

[lonelywoodland]

[untrustyou]

[subhumanoidmeltdown]

[bombing-deactivated20130413]

[flores-de-dentro]

[timbllr]

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