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  Sep 2014 infatuatedwithwords
Lunar
i may not be jasmine
but i can travel the world with you
i may not be mulan
but i'll be fighting for you
i may not be snow white
but i'd die for you
i may not be cinderella
but i'd wait for you past midnight
i may not be ariel
but i'd swim with you through the storms
i may not be belle
but i'd still love you past your beastly appearance

i may not be your average princess
but i'm still me
and i'll be here for you
Its that kind of love that stops everything around you. You're frozen in time, every breath you take is tasted to the most inner depths of its existence and its that love that hurts you so much that when air enters your feeble lungs, there is a piercing pain like no other.. yet you still come for more.
Just some flowers from the garden of my mind..
You painted canvases in my lungs.
The pictures are literally breathtaking.
It's

             hard

                                 to

                                                   b r e a t h e,

even a little, tiny bit.
Paintings in my lungs make it hard to breathe..
I think of your smile
And I wish I could see it
I think of your laugh
And I wish I could hear it
I think of your lips
And I wish I could kiss them
I think of your hugs
And I wish I could feel them
I think of you
And I miss you

I think of you
And I love you
My body is numb, sore. I've felt this way before.
Got a fever.. feeling sick  :(
We are all
just lifetimes
searching for
       infinities.
     And the broken
    parts or who
we were
      should never
          be excluded
   from the beauty
of what we
are.
     -Andrew Durst
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