I have a confession to make
I know how you drip
When I whisper
Those bad names
In your ear while in public.
Can I take my finger now?
Everyone is looking...
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I have a confession to make
I know how you drip
When I whisper
Those bad names
In your ear while in public.
Can I take my finger now?
Everyone is looking...
I like to remember those cold mornings running through bushland at the crack of dawn, listening to the early morning birds and feeling like I'm flying with them.
- Original
I don't think I've ma$turbat3d since the folliclar stage snd now im in luteal so obviously I deserve it now.. no it isn't a sin, God gave me a will and a way motherfucker (talking myself into a sweet treat)
honky.. wanna have fun but everyone wants me dead (is busy) ITS VALENTINE'S DAY FUCK ME I BEG :(((
(disclaimer: I'm on my period as I'm writing this, a renowned time for me to NOT be fucked because of my energy levels)
Time travel
The setup is the same as usual - there is a morning every morning.
A random Tuesday of May,
When I wish,"may you be mine and always mine"
May, when you only wish but wishes are just words full of hope against what the reality really is.
I clean my room a little too deeply and I accidently come across the graveyard of all the traditions I set, religions I made and dreams I had woven.
The letter I wrote which never saw the day light and the box I made for your next birthday.
The poems I wrote, rich with the essence of you.
I sit down, reading all the words I once wrote.
Kind of cliché but atmost they were true; they still are...
'I only have my words and thus, I use them wisely and truly."
A few days later when I was creating a new board of Pinterest, I came across the shattered dreams of board we made.
The posts we saved and all the emotions it held.
Somewhere in the world, some agent, keeping an eye on us, might be rooting for us to get back together.
Maybe our agents might fall in love and their end might be beautiful than our reality.
The end we dreamt off, they might live it.
I slip into the revenie, where we don't end, and I don't die daily.
For a moment of bliss, I am at peace because in my garden of fragmented hopes and dreams, we are together
You love me and I feel loved by you.
You're smiling and I smile whenever I see your lips curled up like the cresent on the first day of siting of new moon of every month.
And for once, I have happy and I don't have to pretend to be happy
You control my actions
You control my actions
And drive my desire
Made me forget all notions
Set my life on fire.
Please, don't ever leave!...
It's really ironical that right after dealing so close with death I finally found in You My Reason to Live.
Death doesn't haunt my dreams anymore. You do.