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Oct 2018
i mean it when i say
i would give every part of my mortal soul
to her.Β 

is it normal, because to be
honest
it doesn’t feel that way.Β 

she tells me to turn to her, when we could easily face away
she cups my face in her life giving hands

and i mean it when i say
i would give every part of my ****** dead old heart
to her.Β 

she looks in my eyes with a effortless glance
of hazel specked eyes.

dying stars live and live on for only to see her.

and i mean it when i say
i would give my last dying breath
to her.

she runs her hands into my hair
weaving a maze made for me
to find my way out,
to see her one last time.

and i mean it all because
she makes me,
die and become more alive than i have ever been.
and all i want,
is to give that back

to her.
Written by
luna  16/Androgynous
(16/Androgynous)   
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