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nothing beats the euphoria of waking up next to her. the ecstasy of waking up next to the girl of your dreams. but she's much better than that because she's the girl of my reality. when i wake up before her, i just place my face a few centimeters away from her's. and i try to survive on the breath that she's done with. the way her lips quiver while she's dreaming makes me want to have her for breakfast. if only god allows it, there won't be a morning where she doesn't wake up with good morning kisses between her legs. her moans would be my ringtone and i don't care if people stare at me when someone calls, i'll even wait till the part where she screams god's name in vain. i'd gladly go to hell for her and if the devil asks me if she was worth it, i'll laugh and light a cigarette with hellfire and say "i'm actually waiting for her here."
Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart
im agnostic but i indulge myself in the idea of heaven. if there was such a place, im pretty sure that the angels would blush because she moans my name so loud that heaven itself could hear her cries of pleasure. every "oh god" that comes out of her ungodly lips an angel gets a *****. she has a body that can make an atheist believe in god long enough for him to say
"*******". her legs are my own personal tower of babel, my kisses climb up and up towards where her drenched desires lie, there i would speak many tongues. her lips are the forbidden fruit and i am the snake that protects it. as i have said before, i am agnostic but she is my religion.
so while we were out shopping yesterday, i was just accompanying her since she liked the idea of me being the first one to see her on her new clothes, she asked of what was my favorite part of her body was. she stood there in front of me flexing her long legs teasing me, and oh yes of course i was aroused but that wasn't why i fell in love with you. i pulled her close pushed her hair behind her ears, just because she loves it, and said "it's your eyes." and of course she burst out laughing because i was saying way too cheesy stuff for her again. little did she know that i was telling her the truth. ******* sag, teeth fall off, hair turns white and even angelina jolie's lips crack under the spotlight of the cameras. but the eyes, they don't grow old. they don't waver, they don't fade, they don't sag and they never change. my mother told me that the eyes are windows to the soul and i agree with her. modern technology nowadays can alter your non-existent ***, your sagging *****, the freckles on your nose, even that cute mole near your lower lip but they can never truly alter your eyes. the eyes never lie and that is why they're my favorite part of you. i am irrevocably in love with the way you see me through them.
ARIES: please remember that you are not a graveyard for all those dead butterflies you once had

TAURUS: tell us how long have you been waiting for someone to say the words "the feeling is mutual"?

GEMINI: you've sunk so low. the only difference between you and the Titanic is that someone had the decency to shout "brace for impact!"

CANCER: your life is a continual series of "i should have kept my mouth shut" and "how did i **** that up?"

LEO: remember the night you died via that lump on your throat? how the taste of guilt buried itself under your tongue

VIRGO: you can't fix people who don't want to be fixed. and most importantly, you can't love someone who doesn't want to be loved

LIBRA: it's not self-harm anymore if you let someone else see the scars

SCORPIO: they told you to stay away from trouble but honestly, i think trouble should stay away from you

SAGITTARIUS: tell us how falling in love with her felt like lighting a cigarette & then seeing a sign that says "no smoking"

CAPRICORN: tell a starving kid on the street that god loves him. that the suffering he feels rn will come to pass. i dare you to lie

AQUARIUS: god cringes on memories of you praying. especially the ones that just beg for the ones you love to love you back

PISCES: tell us about that night you talked to god, how he said "i got tired of answering prayers because all i ever used to say was sorry."

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