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sweetlullaby
sweetlullaby
F ・゜゜・. ✧ Aesthetic enthusiast/ Dreamer/ Lover ✧ .・゜゜・
My heart races, My mind wanders off to you being mine, Can we pick up the pace? Here I go again on cloud nine. Your existence blinds me from reality, I am in love with the idea of you. Help me end this mental calamity, You are too good to be true. If only you knew how much I crave your affection, We could have a potential connection.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Infatuation
You say you don’t love me, but your eyes and body language tells it all.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Can't deny what's real
With these hands, I intertwine yours with mine, our hands fit perfectly like we're made just for each other, my vocal chords that lets us stay in contact, I speak nothing but the truth, the capacity my brain can absorb, I won't forget the little details about you, this one beating heart, it pumps and butterflies take over as long as we’re together.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
Catching Feelings
To know that you're in love with someone is to realize that you've showed them a part of you that no one else can see but them.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
True love
The sun and moon may fall down, but they always get right back up.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Choose strength over fear
I'm afraid I ran out of energy to produce more. They aren't these so called painkillers, they're more of a sign of wanting emotional aid from your loved one.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Tears
Pen in our hands, Mind of devotion, Heart of gold, The stories are at constant peak, This relationship is cemented. Will we continue to write or let our insecurities write for us?
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
Unwritten Chapters
Alone with myself, being accustomed to my inner demons, I am filled with rapture to have more freedom, but my heart aches for another soul, for I cannot tolerate with myself.
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Solitude
I wish I was talented, to sing your heart out, to dance like a graceful ballerina, to paint beautiful landscapes, to play all kinds of instruments, to cook as if you're the next famous chef, to be quick and and strong like a sportsperson, but I guess my talent is to write experiences that people can relate to, to connect and feel empathy for one another.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
I wish
Once you learn the epitome of being a model, you will either compare your perfections or flaws, despite what you wish you had, a skinny and petite body, a healthy and fit body, being taller, being shorter, having a thigh gap, having no thigh gap, one should not be immune to practice self-love, because loving yourself is the best you can do to your body.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
Perfection is a Disease