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Nights of April

by mokitovice

She was light and thunder And he, … a fresh breeze on a Sunday morning She was caught up in her own mind Living a dream with made up people in a ghost city Reckless dreams and undefeated attitude.. lonely roads sentencing her future never letting anyone in, but the monsters in her head Love was an old memory of a distant friend... but what's love without pain, and pain without living? He... He took her breath away So cold and distant, but there was something In his eyes, something in the way he talked, Like a forbidden fruit and there's always something sensual about danger He thought she was magic, She was eager for love, he, … ready to kill Her breath, his touch, her hands, his clothes … She confused passion for love Game over, He's gone
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Published
May 18, 2015
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Tags
#love#fear#passion#lust#lost#hurt#hopeless#redemption#april#lovehate
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