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06-24-2018, 07:43 PM | #61 |
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I do not adore you
because I only adore God, I will be amazed by your genuine true heart I do not admire your surface look, I shall fall into your loving inner soul I do not amaze all of your perfection, just let me fond of your pretty faithful soul I am not interested in all of your sweetness I like sweetness as well as bitterness of you
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There they were all handsome
and that smile, that smile that burned like an eternal flame. Twinkling eyes, I could not get out of mine, lips oh those lips. Then I glimpsed those hands, arms, shoulders. Sigh. And then I noticed words. about Her walk, hair, smell, eyes. Words dripping with longing. Dripping with adjectives. Dripping. My gentle rains will Never never never wash Her away. |
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name calling
fille monstrueuse
Is what he calls me. He pulls me in close and I bite him clean in half. I feel no regret, no sorrow, no guilt. He rots alone in my garden as reparations for the innocence stolen. gentille fille Is what you call me. I give to you until I am happy with my sacrifice, I give more. I kiss you carefully and the world outside melts away. I’ve done no wrong and neither have you. We sing quietly, joyfully, to ourselves in the same garden.
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