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Stolen kisses in the dark,
Words laced with liquor,
Tipsy love striking hearts,
Wishing tonight will last forever.
We stain our lips with red wine so we can taste each other pretending that we want to get drunk.



- LynnAA
Cheers to us in my fantasies.

24/4/2016
i am what you need
let's get drunk off of each other
we have nothing else

let's go far away
take me on an adventure
i will follow you

kiss me while i sleep
i am sick of being alone
i'd love to love you
I still remember your last touch. That set my body on fire, and still felt like everything in me was at peace.
I can smell the cigarette you put out on my skin.
The sting, it lingers, but I am used to the pain.
I can feel your gaze, not love but lust from sin.
Still I let you touch me, in hopes I feel sane.

Your hands wander and I want to scream.
Tears are running but I am not hurt, just in pain.
You pay no mind and so it seems
This bed will always creak where you have lain.

I am haunted by the ghost of your touch
Who once took my soul from me.
Desecrated place, my eye are lifeless such
Without hope or depth for eyes to see.

I am finished here, it is over.


I no longer belong to me but you have claimed me for your own and left my lifeless body in the wake.
to touch your hand
would take me years
to reach in reality;
not so
when i can try
to touch your heart
with all these letters
that i'm writing to you.
will you remember me by then?

from short notes
thought up on random moments,
to long essays
that take me months to compose
—funny how i'm nowhere
near to being composed
whenever i write for and about you.

but have you heard of the fact
that the unfamiliar faces in your dreams
are faces of people you've seen in reality?
at the very least, i know
i've entered your bloodstream
the moment your eyes
settled on my words, on me.

you might not be able
to remember my words
nor will you remember me
because of them;
however i now realize
i will be able to touch you
even if it's just in my writing
and in your subconscious dreaming.

yes, we'll remember each other this way.
For, to, and about Kira
and the way she loves
and writes for Brian/YoungK of Day6.
I love every bit of what she has written
and shown to public, and I hope she writes more!

It would take
parallel worlds
of writing and dreaming
if one were to remember you
for your words
instead of your face, voice, or hands.
Because, I believe, that's when you'll know
you are engraved in their existence.
And writers are remembered for their words, after all.

Keep writing, Kira.
You will touch him and he will remember you.

(j.m.)
i spotted you among the crowd
and our eyes met for a second
   a split second
but that was enough
for in that moment
i felt a warmth fill me
   top to bottom
and i knew
yes, i knew
i had to have you

by the end of the night
we had our first date

in the back seat of your car.
...nothing wrong with that
Some call me a saint,
others call me a hellion,
but at some point revolution
must progress to rebellion.
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