" The act of giving up warm memories is an inner sphere of self destruction, feeding off rupture. " -J.Hdr
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" Sometimes, switching off one's selfish desires of his own professional features can leave the spotlight on something more valuable and rare. The blessing of knowing the beauty of mind and purity of the fragile soul. " -J.Hdr
He let the seed of love to be fertile enough to branch
its way out, yet have its most tender roots wrapped around the soil. -J.Hdr " The physical and psychological destruction is not a sphere of self desire and pleasure, but the state of mind's, spirit's freedom, and satisfaction with a fulfilled exposure of delighting the slightest, most delicate host. The host of the universe. God's devotee. " -J.Hdr
She needs something to look up to, where memories were always an option.
Her mind was screaming help but her hands conveyed the quality of torture she was going through, as the vile blade crafted their story on the sheets of her worthless body. -J.Hdr The feeling of despair, unattachment was growing,
dividing pain and pleasure by a thread that has finally collapsed, after a long battle of the very previous, engaged souls. -J.Hdr She felt as empty as one's lungs after exhaling
what his guts have rejected. -J.Hdr She sat lonely at the edge of her cold, scrambled bed.. knowing that he'll
remember her love and her tender self, with every time the warm sun hits his eyes through his shredded window blinds that as far as she remembers, they have made memories by every dawn. -J.Hdr She indeed does mention thoughts of her hustled
mind by every time her heart took a beat.. because the pain has always seemed to knock on her door of remembrance and memories. -J.Hdr The shadow of his flamed love was cracked and carved
on the walls of her cold, blanked out room. The walls of her omitted mind. -J.hdr The magic of syllables and the puff of air released between
villainous flesh that can actually take over you, emotionally, physically and psychologically. -J.Hdr You might feel lonely, and quiet alone,
but your shadow eventually appears at some point of the day. -J.Hdr I can feel my emotional scars, I can read my bruises
when I grow drunk on my own poems. -J.Hdr It was another dawn, another night has been spent alone at a crowded tavern,
where he thought he'd forget about what they had, though he'd go for flipping pages but she's locked up.. cloned in the pages of his helpless mind, yet liquor glasses accumulated just like their arresting, memorable moments stacked over the years of warm covet and heated passion. ~ She surely couldn't mix oil with water, but she indeed could turn his blood to alcohol by the tender genesis. -J.Hdr Their bond drifted away, as it felt like the soul of
immortality has been set free, to the war of the warm thoughts and exquisite memories leaving nothing but abstract scars. -J.Hdr " You're my positive to my negative " he whispers,
caressing her fragile feelings and her settled mind by a smooth soft air of words that has escaped through his wine lips, blended with the injection of desire and endless admire. -J.Hdr A Phrase Mentioned By My Dear -Brinks Marely She swayed her body along to the sound of her heart beats
when she first glimpsed him, swiftly moving her arms as she danced the night away clinging her eyes with his. -J.Hdr Her finger tips work their magic, with every letter jotted
he'd watch her in silence... praise the lord for her beauty though he knew, he knew she was locked in the prison of her gloomy mind that has always seemed to trouble her. -J.Hdr She saw nothing but flaws, although she tried to embrace
and give out what she got, but rancor would grasp every edge of her charm and engulf what she thought she had. -J.Hdr You can call it love and hate
you can call it pain and pleasure you can call it lust and charm But it was magic. There was no doubt in their spark. -J.Hdr A sorrowful mind has escaped to the garden of hate and grudge
though there was nothing holding her body and soul but despair, doubt and a heart struggling to seek desire. The desire of self, and mind. -J.Hdr He became a distant memory, as time faded, but she knew
she would fall right back for him when their eyes would meet, and when their memories would inflame in the depressing silence. -J.Hdr |
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