The sweet taste we locked between our lips...has faded...
That does not mean our time was purely wasted.
Not one ounce of our time spent.
I promised you forever.
That promise will be kept.
The memoirs will always be treasured in the depths of my pulsating heart.
For love is not always a forever thing
but forever it will be circulating.
It is an energy that will live to sustain life amongst us all.
Each time we taste again,
a part of us will always carry the same lore of love, throughout our ephemeral orbit until the end.
When you learn to see the light,
after these lonely wounding nights.
Just know mi amour... there was never anything to fight.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
The sweet taste we locked between our lips...has faded...
That does not mean our time was purely wasted.
Not one ounce of our time spent.
I promised you forever.
That promise will be kept.
The memoirs will always be treasured in the depths of my pulsating heart.
For love is not always a forever thing
but forever it will be circulating.
It is an energy that will live to sustain life amongst us all.
Each time we taste again,
a part of us will always carry the same lore of love, throughout our ephemeral orbit until the end.
When you learn to see the light,
after these lonely wounding nights.
Just know mi amour... there was never anything to fight.
Currently going through a breakup, but it is not as hard as it seems to come by it when you know how to value treasured times and know how to take that experience and accept it as a whole. Love is such a confusing thing, but our lives are too short to only love once. Which is why somehow love works through the creases of hard times. But it will always be there. Waiting when you're ready.
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☓IG: Asteriart
