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I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,

disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast

.

I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,

disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast

.

I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,

disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast
https://www.instagram.com/wutheringsbronte/
it's out of a movie
a crumpled note
that she wrote
her address scrawled out
"let's hang out"
i don't know why
but her handwriting
is the prettiest thing
i've ever seen
and i'm sort of flustered
with the idea
of being by her side
from "side effects"
My beloved
You make me for get my chores, the fact that I have a brain instead of a heart
Belove
I fantasize about kissing you, your touch, having *** with you, sleeping with you
Beloved
All I want is your smiling eyes, tender kisses and your gentleness



‎محبوبي
‎ أنت تجعلني أنجز أعمالي الروتينية ، حقيقة أن لدي دماغًا بدلاً من قلب
‎ محبوب
‎ أتخيل تقبيلك ، لمستك ، ممارسة الجنس معك ، النوم معك
‎ محبوب
‎ كل ما أريده هو عيناك المبتسمتان ، قبلاتك الرقيقة ووداعتك
Damaris ZA Sep 2018
a soft look, was drawn to my direction
blushed cheeks, came towards me; that filled my madness
a single touch, in every part that i could handle from you
letting, every part of you in me..
just to repeat the moment
again.
and again.
It's something I find myself doing; is letting everything happen now so that in the future I repeat the memory again and again
LCP Apr 2018
You make my heart hurt. I'm not going to be all poetic and say, "Oh how I long to be with you." I am simply going to say, "I love being around you."

My stomach does triple flips when I'm around you and sometimes I wonder how I manage to not spontaneously toss my cookies when I see you.

My heart thinks it is a metronome, a broken one for that matter. My heart thinks it has the stability to beat faster than 250 bpm (maybe someday it'll realize that it can't).

My brain constantly forgets what day of the week it is, or what time I'm supposed to take my medicine, but miraculously it remembers your birthday, your least favorite color, and your middle name.

Lastly, my soul is unsure of so many things; which way is right and how to face the things which I fear, but the one thing my soul is set on, is you.
I wasn't too sure if I wanted to post this one but my heart kept nagging me to do it anyways. I should stop ignoring it so much I suppose.
Felix Sladal Aug 2017
Sew your ideals behind your ear and stitch your wishes above your heart
Beware you'll never get what you want
The flames will blow out before the candles even lit
Hold on my friend your speeding towards a deadend
Light always casts shadows but shadows never see the light
Choking on pride because it's to hard to swallow gets you nowhere fast
Open your lungs
Cool your flustered cheeks
If you rant till your lips are numb the things worth hearing flutter out mute
Swallow your swollen pride
For it has not a use but to bruise the inflated ego

Walking handstands on raw palms while longing for a spotlight that has been burned out for years
June
Wyatt Mar 2017
Mind barren, all clustered,
perched up on the window sill.
I'm shaken, I'm flustered
even when I'm slow and still.
Still as in no progress made,
but my soul also sometimes feels
as stiff as the corpses of yesterday.
Am I already too far gone?
Words and ideals of a ghost
mixed with the living?
Dead man walking.
Cedric Feb 2017
Jaded from your viciously captivating smiles,
Ubiquitous yet blurred and vague,
Stinging pain from this weird emotion,
Thank you for the greeting,
It made me happy just by seeing blue and white,
Naivete has taken over me, flustered red.
It's my birthday. I'm usually blue but... I guess my heart's beating again. I'm exhausted from it though. Thank you, words can't express my gratitude.
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