lacerations, and drugs, and smoking habits your drinks,your boys, your sexual habits dont burn up burn up burn up supernova we'll be together for the next 3 billion years
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i have a lot of years to get used to your skin
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lacerations, and drugs, and smoking habits your drinks,your boys, your sexual habits dont burn up burn up burn up supernova we'll be together for the next 3 billion years
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i have a lot of years to get used to your skin
to the girl i'd stop the world for
she's worth the pain. she's the type of girl that will push you to wake in the morning, and stay with you for the rest of the night. she'll take you to the peak of mountains you never thought you'd be able to climb. but she can also drag you to the depths you stayed so safe not to come by. she's luck, in the sense that you'd never come over someone you'd love too much. she's the type of girl guys would fight over. she's the type of girl they'd kill over for the thought of having her hands after. she's the reason you'd pray for golden apples. she's the type of girl that goddesses would curse for having soul and beauty that matches theirs. and when you do have her, there's nowhere else to go but up. you'll have mornings of bliss just with the thought that she's yours. you'd feel invincible. her heart would be on fire, and your job is to feed it with coal and let the blaze flicker and lick with desire. and all you really have to do is keep her by. hold her hands. make her feel that she's worth every wonder in the world a billion fold. and if you cant, you try again. there's nowhere else to go but up. jealousy is a fickle thing, no one immune to. even to gods, and goddesses. and how much more are we mortals to such. forget the money, forget robbing banks, with her the only safe that matters is where you put her heart. its scary because anywhere won't matter. because she holds the key herself. and itd be the most painful thing to know if she gives it to another.
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how much would you love her?
i'd love her too much, and i do
remember when you fell inlove with me? that was the best day of my life
i was stuck to the question if love did exist where i saw my friends fall, love, and cry out their hearts and through those years i asked if it was me that was wrong as to why i wasnt falling for anyone friends, flirts, MU's, and none of them even near to what the books tell me. none of them until i met you. and no its not just because you were pretty, or that you wore a pink polo, or that your hair stood out. i felt the universe agree with me for once, that you are special. that you are what stars give birth to. you are what songs and poetry live for. you are coffee shops, and tragedy in a bestselling novel. you are what i felt missing in my life. you are love. in its most curious form. in its most explosive form. in its most corrupt and nurturing form. in its most purest form. you are the most beautiful thing i have ever laid eyes on. you are the most beautiful thing i will ever lay eyes on.
maybe it was dark before maybe it was silence or cries and muffled sobs
maybe it was pain before maybe it was deep or shallow but never the less felt
maybe it was lonely before maybe it was depressing or sad or anything that feel like stars exploding
maybe it was her maybe it was me or us that made it seem so different
maybe its her neck maybe its her eyes or the way she cups my face and kisses me
maybe its my voice maybe its my arms or all the things i try to make her see
maybe its the hugs maybe its the kisses or all the nights we spent together
maybe its the mornings maybe its the good nights or the i love yous i slip into my sentences everytime i have the chance to
you make time go slower i want you beside me and its the only thing i know without a maybe
ways to say goodbye :
1.
and even with stiff arms and cold skin
id still hug you as tight as i could
and id remind you that you are my sun
my stars
the clouds that cover the moon
the warmth underneath my sheets
the good nights and good bye's
the hello's and good mornings
the story i tell past friends
the history id want to be kept in
the dips and the ups of my mind
the other half of my lips
you are gravity
you are magic
you are every little thing that makes the universe work
and every little thing that makes it stop
all fitting snugly in between my arms
you are a goddess
and im the luckiest person to have ever touched your skin
that might not have been used to being held gently
not that it has to
im not letting go
and im afraid the only way to show that i need you,
and to show how much you make me long for you
are my hands clasped tightly on your wrist
whereas even if i let go
you'd see marks that show i never really left you
and never really wanted to
i wish i could call it holding hands but holding hands means so little compared to what i feel when i hold yours and how our hands seem to find a way to fit each other squeezing each others felt like a pulse that comes so rarely but feels like electricity when passing by and how it seems to have its own universe inside warm safe a whole universe of stars, galaxies, planets, contellations, worlds that must have so much wonder or it wouldnt feel this good and to think that its only there, it only exists when im holding you
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goodbyeuphoria