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Why do I have this rare love? I can’t forget the life I had with her The remembrance of her obsesses me I keep recalling the love I once knew .
The taste of saltiness spreading through my mouth My eyes wandering around I am speechless Something is burning inside of me The white landscape is all I could see Tiny soft white flowers
A disorder that's rare, diagnosed at age six. Causes fear to my family, oh God's little tricks. Brain tumors and pain, with surgeries to come. Eleven was my first, I have scars that are from.
You always called everything about me pretty. If my lips are pretty why'd you ever taste the pair of another as if you were sampling flavors? Did you get tired of the same old flavor?
The woman's tears were beautiful; the rarest things tend to be. The less a fragile soul is seen, the more tender and sweet it seems.
I think the reason we cry when we are just that happy, is because we are afraid to lose something, that is so rare to find . . . or at least that's what I do with you.
The sun is so big The earth is so small The moon is dark and rocky But the sun complements it's imperfection It shows us all it's craters, it's curves, it's scars And we still see that the moon is beautiful
#BecauseILoveYou I control who you see and what you wear, because I love you I spend more time on my phone than spending time with you, because I love you I flirt with other people behind your back, because I love you
How complicated we are; never wanting to lose our luster, just to be malleable in the most devious of ways. How selfish we are; not being able to burn to ashes,
Sometimes the birds will sing on Sunday Sometimes the birds won't sing Sometimes the flowers bloom early Sometimes it snows in Spring Sometimes the sun sleeps at twilight Leaving a painted sky
True love is a four-leaf clover Similar to all the rest Yet delightfully different Beside the next. Hard to find and