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 Jul 2015 Shahzaad Zahirsha
MaYJa
''You can still look **** without potraying *** in pictures''
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
I've always hated winter
But the beauty of this snowfall
Made me love this winter wonderland
Fetching Your old loving self, won't be that difficult for me.
But I am very uninterested in a person who changes that fast.
Staying away from chameleons. Yay !
Because of you...
I can see myself like you do,
I have the will to wake up the next morning,
I have a reason to be happy.
❤❤❤
You're the reason I smile,
you're the reason I get up,
you're the reason I feel beautiful,
you're the reason I'm in love.
❤❤❤
Because of you...
My sky is no longer gray,
my world is no longer "blue",
I feel special for once.
❤❤❤
You're the reason my arm is healing,
and no longer bleeding...
you're the reason the heartache,
is going far away.
❤❤❤
Because of you...
I can love again,
I'm not afraid to be myself,
I don't care what others think.
❤❤❤
You're the smile on my face,
the butterflies in my stomach,
the twinkle in my eyes,
and the skip in my step.
❤❤❤
All this to say "I love you."
At times, your flotsom and jetsom gets to me.
Mostly, I think you're beautiful.

At times, I look at you and want to ask,
"Why are you in a frantic, frothing frenzy?"

At times, I exclaim, "Really? Come on! I mean, come on! How bad is it, really?"...

At times, you storm away.

At times, I wonder if you are worth the aggrivation.

At times, I don't think I deserve you.
I wrote this, just now, on this url, from my small, but smart phone the first thing this morning. March 14, 2015.
You've forgotten about me
And it hurts so much
The pain in my chest
Is far too much
The emptiness inside
Is growing bigger
Maybe one day
It will become to big
It will explode and **** me
Then maybe I'll be happy
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