Same feels, different days .. πͺ
I crave a full heart
Hands free from Me π€π ...
Lips to leave imprints
she'll walk through your heart before you've got time to grasp, in that very moment owning your ass
letting you lead she watches your march, reading your steps like her new formed art
running your fastest only to tire no point to hide she'll still see you there even in ur darkest ,I'll give by now she knows me well a fantastic artist
rolling you out tired an sore druged up on her love now sure to withdraw
you hurt from that fall just your own echo on call an those words left sure to play on repeat ,fell so hard that forest of love its so deep
Now to be no more then spiritual love it's still there just flouts silently until it hits vibrations an message bank above
For now thanks I'll send you message each week, it won't be simple no youll have to seek
Later sending a sweet whisper in the breeze, sometimes still kind small things that will put you at eeze
this big beautiful thing called heart its no longer yours now hers to keep, it shall help our link see she'll still visit by dream that's where I've learnt best place to seek
β€ This way, as we bed an wake there next mine her head will still lay
π·that flowers still blooming πΈ
β―οΈ ying/yang pages, chapters, stories
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Nikki Giovanni, from β[Untitled]β
I'll always remember sweetness over pain it's light an love for me that remains
ββItβs so hard to forget pain, but itβs even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.β - Chuck Palahniukβ
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What she said π€π₯
I never did .. but she did π€
Something like that ...
π― .... π€
When the artist on Insta that drew the art of your inspired tattoo, shares his work wich now happens to be on your arm π€ winning
Now that I think of it seems like there was Always 3 versions of yourself ... I hope you learn to find the true best version of yourself an combine the best of you into the one.. Best Version
π I'll always believe in you
Even when you struggle to,even when I'm no longer with you ππ
maybe i will talk to the sea sheβs as angry and as gentle as me
My own Hands ,hers where never mine
Her hands no longer
With mine perfectly entwine
Hands no longer
Run through my hair
Hands no longer
At a constant forever wacking mine away π
Hands no longer
ever so gently glide down my chest
Her hands
now lay in a man's ..
thats as far as this poem goes ,
Just not Her hands π π
π Just a Bi Bitch, learning to stitch up her HEART π€
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