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In the vast open spaces between my bones and skin, the empty rattle of where my heart once superimpose is where I shall love you for eternity.

The echos of past love never fail to visit me.

The friction between the miles on the bed was were once layer haunt me, and burns my flesh to even ponder over the idea of sleeping on your side.

I shall love you in the highest light. come gather along, wary over me.
Evil is injected in my veins.

I purposely find that the greatest love ever, is the love that ruins you for the rest of your life.

The love that merely makes you have a lump in your throat at the sound of a song you and your late lover shared.
It's the type of love, if you can even fathom calling it love;

that makes life worth wild. That type of love brings us the thrill of life, without that certain almost seeming everlasting pain, life is perhaps dull, without color if you will.

It's the love which leaves battle scars, and beyond that, it brings creativity and hope.
Nobody writes about that part, because they feel as if they didn't have to write anymore, after the horrid is over.

I desire to send you a good omen as I pass.
hey
I just wanted to tell you
I love you
I love your baby
you will be my last love
you will always be the love of my life
no matter what you say or do
you will be the one I love
forever and always
as long as I shall live
and even after im gone
I will always love you
and only you
you remind me of a cigarette
slender
long
a haunting spirit

a distinct scent
ashy at times
somethings youre nothing ****
two tones

i crave you in the morning
i require you after lunch
i need you in the evening
i long for you all day

smooth
full flavored
powerful yet delicate
you could burn me
but i could break you in half

when im jonesing
its for you
and you alone
i refuse to share you
i pack you tightly

youre mine
and youre smoking
all i know
is i keep coming back to you
*** was just ***. in an evicted building. Interesting night i could infer.
First time you made me feel something. It wasn't  the waves of satisfaction but the thrill of the evicted building.How does one get to this place in their life? Well, its called the city of lynn. Just let the path of life lead you to the stop sign near seven eleven and take a right. Could infer that this was grimy, yes. Happy my vulnerable bare state wasn't the body on the wooden floor tiles. Thanks for being so considerate, you always did know how to be a gentlemen. I heard you see someone new know. I wonder if you hold the door for her? i wonder if you take her out to lunch? i wonder if you do those sappy couple things, the things i said i hated.So instead of bringing me to lunch, holding my hand , or doing anything civilized with me, we had *** in an evicted building. Thanks for making me feel wanted,
Love the women who hopes,
you got splinters in your *** from the wooden floor
 Dec 2013 Brielle O'Brien
Daan
Love is when you start wearing clothes more often
because she said they looked good on you.

It's when you wash your hair with the same
shampoo everyday, she said it smelled good

When you leave a seat open, next to you,
you know, just in case.

It's never the case.

I'd rather keep losing the battles for love
Than never be able to love at all.

I like to be the dreamer, gathering hope
from a certain distance, it soothes me

It suits me.
SONNET 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her ******* are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare.

— The End —