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Tara Hart Feb 2014
Eyes the color of milk chocolate
Hair as darker than the night sky
skin softer than velvet.
The hands who's touch calms me so, that smile that could light up any room.
A boy so desperate to have the life of a man
his walk oh his walk as graceful as a knight in a lords court
full of intelligence, bravery, pride and heart.
One so noble and humble to be chosen as to live within the walls of my fate.
This man that holds my mind body and soul. Stills within hands grasps of the key for my heart.
The whisper of a promise to intertwine our lives forever.
This to the one who's captured my eye, heart, and loyalty
all wrapped into one like a Christmas gift.
A man of good intentions but follows the wrong leads.
A pure soul believed to be destined for damnation, but with a passion for adventure
and a heart full of the need
to feel alive.

T.H
Tara Hart Jan 2012
Wish this pain would just go away from my heart like pouring rain.
My emotions suffocate me its becoming harder to breath.
He said he cared and swore he loved me.
But my mind is speaking softly to my heart declaring something different entirely.
Let me be loved again, to not fear one of Gods most alluring as well as most malicious of creations.
When I die the world transpire will he
remember when my heart was once his fire? No matter how hard I try your
always there and no matter when or where your everywhere.
My only wish is to be the raging fire of his heart's desire, to be the
one to catch him when he falls, and help him through it all. To be the
one he can turn to when life goes wrong.
It's the simplest things that would take my breath away. The way he walks,
how he is strong but carefree at times. His smile, his laugh, hearing the
whisper of his voice in my ear when he says "tiamo".
His warm toned body wrapped around mine.
I've memorized everything, from the narrowness and the dip of his hips.
To the deep milky brown shade that color his eyes.  
When we're touching, skin to skin the feeling of his hands over me. I
loved this boy with everything in me.. He had become by whole world, my everything.  
Someone I know once told me that you know you truly love someone when your willing to take a bullet for them.
I was willing to undergo an machine gun straight through my  now empty chest.
If only i could have seen the excruciating heartache that this beautiful creature could cast among those cursed to carry him deep in their now shattered hearts.
  Then maybe I wouldn't be feeling like my world is
slipping from beneath my grasp. And I'm slowly losing it.
I lost myself within only a short few months and i struggle now to regain my will to live.
To erase the selfish impulse to bring a gun to my temple and pull the trigger.
I miss who i used to be, the pale girl with sparkling light golden brown eyes and thick auburn hair.
With a 5,4 petite frame and a nice smile. With a heart so longing for love.
And a spirit with such a admiration for life.
Now that girls heart is a gaping hole that she has no recognition of how to fill.
And she shuns the thought of letting love reenter her heart once again as she has a immense fear of heartbreak.
To be captured within the deep deep blue waves of those dark angry waters that  depression.
She has now hollow empty eyes with no sign of life buried deep within whatsoever.. no sign of ever coming back
to earth.
Now only chooses to have wisps of happiness once in every blue moon.
Love doesn't last forever, only a short while. take advantage of lust and love while you can.

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