Vera Valentine's Blood Is Ink

Poetry about love and loss. Bleeding the words coursing through my veins.

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Loneliness

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There is no thing better than laughter; except maybe love. And if you happen to find both in someone; you are beyond blessed.

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Be careful with your words...

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The little things make me love him more.

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Never clean

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All I ask the universe to send me, is a man with passion in his veins, that makes me laugh like I'm fourteen again. A man who wants to give me his whole heart and isn't afraid of mine. A man who with his words and hands makes my whole damn world beautiful. Is that too much to ask?

Vera Valentine Thoughts of frustration.

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Ouch

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A little jealousy hurts.

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I never want to say goodbye to him again.

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Broken hearts hurt

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Yes please...

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I tried to hold on.

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A natural disaster

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Broken people break me.

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Those eyes, damn those eyes.

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There is no meaning to the word loved. If I loved you once, I will always love you. Maybe not with the same intensity, but the love will remain. If you can discard someone you claim to love, with complete indifference; it was never love. Remember that.

Vera Valentine