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Sarah Mar 2016
With you by my side,
even the grayest day is full of light.
Sarah Mar 2016
If you hold my hand, I can't fall.
If you hug me, the world around doesn't exist.
If you kiss me, there's nothing else, I feel.
If you touch me, you calm me and arouse me at the same time.
If you're sleeping next to me, the nightmares can't reach me.
As always, I'm writing about love. ♥
Because love is, what keeps me alive even on the darkest days. ♥
Sarah Mar 2016
And if there's no moon and no stars at night,
you're my light.
Helping me to find the right way.
Helping me to find...home.
Sarah Mar 2016
Love is simple.
          Either it is true. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either you love somebody. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either somebody loves you. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either you feel it. Or not.
Love is simple.
          People not.
The only complicated part of love, are the people, which are involved. Sometimes we just have to remind us, that it could be so easy. If we let it flow. ♥
Sarah Mar 2016
Love is pure.
Without any lies.
Without any faults.
Without any anger.
Without any tears.
Without any pain.
Without any drama.
Love is pure.
It's not love, what hurts you. People do.
Sarah Mar 2016
It's not easy all the time.
We don't always sing and dance through the day.
We aren't always a wonderful happy couple.
We don't laugh all the time.
But why should we?
That's what's love is about.
Even on bad days: Never loose us.
Even on bad days: Never give us up.
Especially on bad days: Support each other.
Jumpsuitriot Feb 2016
I've been single for a while and it's going really well.
Like, it's working out.
I think I'm The One
Beinghonest Feb 2016
Maybe she is your one...
    *But are you her one?
:(

-just being honest
Sarah Feb 2016
Love is the one thing, which keeps everything together.
Love is the one thing, which lights up the darkest day.
Love is the one thing, which takes nothing.
Love is the one thing, which burns in every heart.
Love is the one thing, which keeps me alive.
Sarah Feb 2016
Your kiss at my neck is like a poem, written with your lips.
It's like a whisper, which penetrates the dark.
It calms me down and at the same time it arouses me.
This poem doesn't need any words to touch.
Only your lips.
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