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Flowers-in-the-shape-of-words
Flowers-in-the-shape-of-words
Just your ordinary 17 year old wearing docs on her feet and flowers in her hair.
Goodnight, you said Goodbye, I said And you Never Thought Twice About It
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Goodbye
I knew that everyone is handed one chance to experience this world as it spins in the darkness of space, but more importantly I knew that you only get so many spins.
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
Live your life
It's our very first night together I'm resting my head On your chest My hand on your shoulder Your arm around me Playing with my hair Gently stroking it Helping me fall asleep Your other hand Holding onto my arm gently moving your thumb Up and down Reassuringly I can hear your heart beat Your heart as big and strong as Pharlaps Your arms tightly round me Holding me Making me feel safe and happy Genuinely happy After the party we crashed on the floor Even though it was the worst sleep I've ever had Because of the little space we shared on the hard floor It was one of the best sleeps Just because you were there You move and your cheek is pressed against mine I can feel your breathe on my neck You moved your hand into my sleeping bag And pull my top And gently rub my back I giggle quietly cause it tickles on my side It starts to get cold So I move closer to your chest and you hold me tighter I fell your warmth I press icy fingertips On your burning skin I drift off to sleep Not for long anyways My whole body twitches I think I'm falling and scares me awake And you pull me closer to you And I instantly feel better It's sort of mushy really I felt better with your arm around me As I fall gently asleep on your chest Feeling the steady rhythm Of your heart And hearing your heavy breathing pattern We slowly fall asleep In each other's arms Happy And safe
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Our first night
I broke my bones into sticks and stones I let them pile for a fire in the end left to question, a burning confession: was it you who lit the match?
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Broken Bones