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You light up my soul Setting it, burning ablaze, with fiery flames Consuming me…. You’re the hunter of my dreams Chasing away those shadows Clearing the way, eliminating the battle. I think of you day and night Wishing you were by my side. Your name lights me up like Venus. I’d wish you knew that. Last night, I told the moon about you, And the stars laughed, and the clouds huddle all together. I told them how special you are to me. I told them the moment I fell in love with you. I know he probably doesn’t know how I feel. Because I’m so guarded with my heart. I’m good at hiding my emotions.. So I know he must be confused as hell. But I wish he knew how I really feel about him. The beauty of it all, even if, he might not feel the same way… My heart flutters and butterflies invade my insides And my cheeks turn rosy red, and my dimples make an appearance on my face. But that lingering smile, of mine…stays there, his souvenir to me. A token of happiness, a kiss to my heart from his…. Somehow that night the blacked haired beauty feel asleep, under the vigilance of the moon.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
putting my love into words
You light up my soul Setting it, burning ablaze, with fiery flames Consuming me…. You’re the hunter of my dreams Chasing away those shadows Clearing the way, eliminating the battle. I think of you day and night Wishing you were by my side. Your name lights me up like Venus. I’d wish you knew that. Last night, I told the moon about you, And the stars laughed, and the clouds huddle all together. I told them how special you are to me. I told them the moment I fell in love with you. I know he probably doesn’t know how I feel. Because I’m so guarded with my heart. I’m good at hiding my emotions.. So I know he must be confused as hell. But I wish he knew how I really feel about him. The beauty of it all, even if, he might not feel the same way… My heart flutters and butterflies invade my insides And my cheeks turn rosy red, and my dimples make an appearance on my face. But that lingering smile, of mine…stays there, his souvenir to me. A token of happiness, a kiss to my heart from his…. Somehow that night the blacked haired beauty feel asleep, under the vigilance of the moon.
it all explains by itself.
#love
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F/Somewhere in Space
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
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