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Bor ehgit Dec 2016
Icy
Your body may remain wrapped in his arms, but your thoughts will forever chase my hands.
Bor ehgit Nov 2016
I know for now, we will never be close.
Or at least close enough for me to feel the heat creeping from your skin again. Covering mine, like the sunlight on a freezing flower.  I loved that about you,  I also loved the storm that followed you. I loved being swept away in it, being pulled apart and then put back together again all at once. Nothing ever felt the same after that. How the hair on my neck would stand when you would kiss me,  Or the hours spent with our eyes closed guessing who would blink. Not knowing that one day we would regret not staring into each other's eyes. Because of how badly we would want that back, the seconds we could have had. In love, together.

Knowing that we would spent the rest of our life's, looking out windows into the past. Remembering the dialogue lightly but the feeling constantly.
Bor ehgit Nov 2016
What are the odds we speak again? Possibly in a different time. Where we can meet again as strangers, and fall in love all over again.
Bor ehgit Oct 2016
It was in the way you looked at me, eyes like a blood moon. Your hair was dancing like waves along your shoulders. The scenery was blurred, you were in focus. I wondered if it was really you talking, and not just the temporary dusting of comfort. We're all suckers for that moment, that one that never lasts.
Bor ehgit Oct 2016
Weak, bitter, and broken bones.
Turn to butterflies, once they shed their skin.
Time can exist inside you, but that to shall become a lush of greenery. Life is ever expanding, and death is but a pinprick on your time stamp.
Bor ehgit Oct 2016
If nothing else, I'm sure us broken few are destined for some beautiful disaster. How close we are to it? We will never know.
Bor ehgit Oct 2016
Snowflakes build on your eye lids, as we stare at one another. My thumb slowly settles along your cheek, hand behind your ear. I can feel your heart racing from your neck, as you

You nervously bite your lip. Your head tilts in as the moon creeps out from the cloud cover. Illuminating the tree line in the distance and casting our shadow on the pavement. We were a splash of paint on a endless canvas, but in that moment we were one. It wasn't long, but it will last forever in my thoughts. I'll still feel you when I'm 80 years old. Time may take my name but It will never take yours.
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