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It seems as though you've brought a new light into my dismal life; a new window for sunshine to gaze through while I struggle through this darkness. Circles are what I waltz in with the old flower I clutch to; I love you like I've always loved you I'm sorry I don't show it more I don't think he's all that sorry. Instinctual habits of remembering favorites for meaningless gifts and knowing that we must hold hands upon entrance -- these habits haunt me. I do not feel like I used to, I do not feel the flame in my belly when I used to hear his name or see his face. It's faded away. A small flicker, ignited with hope of a brand new chance in months to come is what I cling to for warmth through these cold times... I hope we can survive this famine (love is so scarce these days). But you.. you have this way of bringing me to the brink of a whole new paradise. Most likely a mirage, but I'm accepting it anyway. Even if you are only a temporary sunlight in my life of shade, I'll drink you in and hope forever that you'll stay to blossom with me.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
Silly Wishes
It seems as though you've brought a new light into my dismal life; a new window for sunshine to gaze through while I struggle through this darkness. Circles are what I waltz in with the old flower I clutch to; I love you like I've always loved you I'm sorry I don't show it more I don't think he's all that sorry. Instinctual habits of remembering favorites for meaningless gifts and knowing that we must hold hands upon entrance -- these habits haunt me. I do not feel like I used to, I do not feel the flame in my belly when I used to hear his name or see his face. It's faded away. A small flicker, ignited with hope of a brand new chance in months to come is what I cling to for warmth through these cold times... I hope we can survive this famine (love is so scarce these days). But you.. you have this way of bringing me to the brink of a whole new paradise. Most likely a mirage, but I'm accepting it anyway. Even if you are only a temporary sunlight in my life of shade, I'll drink you in and hope forever that you'll stay to blossom with me.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
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