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Your lungs bare a breath That drives my sensations, Wild. A warm, slight gust. It takes me aback, Like a house attempting to withstand The mightiest of hurricanes. I am defenceless Against your daggering, crystal blue gaze. It pierces my soul, And penetrates my very heart. I am a wounded warrior, My heart no longer a heavy hitter, But a lingering weakness. Stepping into battle against your tender touch, Would prove to be a futile mistake. I will tremble before you, As many have before. You are the anchor, Bound to my feet, I cannot stay afloat Whilst you plummet, To the ocean floor.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
The Silence to the Storm
Your lungs bare a breath That drives my sensations, Wild. A warm, slight gust. It takes me aback, Like a house attempting to withstand The mightiest of hurricanes. I am defenceless Against your daggering, crystal blue gaze. It pierces my soul, And penetrates my very heart. I am a wounded warrior, My heart no longer a heavy hitter, But a lingering weakness. Stepping into battle against your tender touch, Would prove to be a futile mistake. I will tremble before you, As many have before. You are the anchor, Bound to my feet, I cannot stay afloat Whilst you plummet, To the ocean floor.
#love#heartbreak#romance
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
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