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The next page isn't being read yet, so why worry what's on it?

The empty pages in my journal are yet to be stained with ink, with joy and sadness.

Our days are short, I need to not worry about tomorrow and focus on today.

Right now isn't going to last forever.
We won't see another today.

Let's forget about the time and rely on our bodies to tell us when to sleep and when to rise.

Today is here for now,
    Tomorrow may never come.
    Love me like it's our last
                        days on earth.
                                                           S.j.b.
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
Poetry
           is
Like
         Cooking,
We
       May
All
         Use
The
       Same
Ingredient's,
                     But
It
           Is
The
                 Quantity
And
             Taste
Of
             Each
   One
That
         Makes
   Each
Morsel
                   Melt
In
             The
Mind
           A
Different
                     Way....
Each word wrote tastes different in the mind
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