I am nobody special... I started writing as a young girl, and have lost most of the work ive done. But Im thinking maybe I should start again, even tho i now relize the reason i stopped.. I stopped writing bcuz i stopped feeling. OR VICE VERSA! ! lol Let me know any FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED
I smiled and batted my twinkeing eyes, i said I LOVE you, but i lied.
I Believed it, That moment, Sitting so close to you I could taste your inocence and smell your desire. (like a predeter does i suppose)
As if by some Magikal force I held you to me, and I made YOU believe.
(Lets not even get started on All the Things I can make me believe)
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I think i Need You to hurt me.
Although, defenatley Capable of Recreating the pasts,
Creation, on the other Hand, is far more Difficult to come by.
Suppose your offered Pain becomes Accepted by my MISERY? ? ?
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Nobody knows How the Windy Wind Blows.
So we Watch as it FLOWS,
Ride the WAVES, I suppose
AS JUST AS WE LEARN HOW THE WINDY WIND BLOWS
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HE Said..'What is LOVE to YOU? '
LOVE is..
Joy, experienced throuh the knowing of another Person, Place, Thing or Idea.
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