Such lack of melancholy.
Such unabated joy.
What comes from giving in to fate,
And yet remaining coy.
Limbs locked tight and intertwined,
Body damp with lust.
Heart and breathing rise and fall,
Uncertainty turns to dust.
Open up entirely,
Welcome passion in.
Wrapped inside a brief embrace,
As we lie skin to skin.
Counting every moment,
Until we touch again.
Nothing this good can be wrong,
No taint of mortal sin.














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~*~*~The Next Love Letter I Send You Will Be A Bullet And I hope You Take It To Heart.~*~*~
~Emma~
Love it babe
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The only thing worse then fighting for what is wrong,
Is not fighting for what is right.
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
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If you dont know how to shut a door. . . you shouldn't own a house
i think you are cRaZy
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I once had a guinea pig called Total Fucking Destruction. I thought he was hard as fuck until one day; he choked on a very small leaf and died.
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Vos estis furcifer!
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss
i cant think of anything smart to say about this poem so all i will say is
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I’m alive
I’m being born
I just arrived, I’m at the door
Of the place I started out from
And I want back inside
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I am real
A Perfectly imperfect person
A beautiful shambles
Of course you don’t get me
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
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