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Apr 2019
If I'm being honest,
I want to be angry with you.
For giving up on our love,
When fear whispered in your ear;
"Run now or this pain will continue."

Your sweet lips still stained into my brain;
And my own personal brand of love will forever seep into your thoughts.

Whenever you held me close to your chest,
My body would subconsciously sway from side to side;
As if I could feel a silent melody vibrating from your soul.

It was like two individual beings,
Craving to forge into one beautiful piece of perfection.

A life full of possibilities,
And strength to break the curse;
That we've seen plague the hearts,
Of those who came before us.

But sadly our adventure is ending,
Before the first chapter is even complete;
Because you were so terrified of being out of control,
That you destroyed the purest love you'd ever behold.
4/7/19
Jessie Taylor H
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Jessie Taylor H  26/F/Texas
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