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Hair shiny, skin sparkling
Oh, how she knows
Lipstick alluring for lustful eyes,
Lipstick stained and smudged inside.
Often nobody realises, there are scars
When can her mask be removed, and just as adored?


26th October 2016
 Oct 2016 Destiny Smith
Alina
The kind of songs that sing words
Of deep meanings
Tearing your soul from your body
While repeatedly stabbing your heart
Over and over again
Making you feel more alive than you actually were
They make you cry of your existence
You become insignificant in the world
Yet all the intangible human emotions is so large and real
These are my favorite songs
...
Hearing the words she speaks, brings me to a different world.
She reads me poetry,
The way how a mother calms her crying baby.
She reads me poetry,
As if to save my heart from breaking.

She reads me poetry,
One, I could not even remember a single word.
She reads me poetry,
With the calming melody of her voice.
She reads me poetry,
And give every single word a deeper meaning.
She reads me poetry,
As if the words she spoke was never the words I knew.

She reads and it becomes my poetry.
...
The love of my life
The life of my love
Precious beyond compare
Pastel colors are we
That cross each other and run together
That rub against each other
Running towards a common destination
That mountain we climb
On a road that winds
Breathtaking curves lie ahead
And through it all we remain steadfast
By our promises we are led
Darling,
asking me to explain why I love you
is like asking me to describe the color red...
Because no one can quite articulate
and it has never,
ever
been said.
You still say.
Every day.
"If you truly love me darling,
describe the color red."

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