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
on the walls of her cold, blanked out room.
The walls of her omitted mind.
-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 |
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