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Grace E Aug 2020
He punches her in the mouth,
Then buys her flowers.
True love, no doubt ❤️
Grace E Aug 2020
You can’t break someone who’s already broken
You can trap someone who’s already fettered
You can’t change the future unless you learn from the past
You can’t heal if you’re not willing to get better
You can’t dance if you’re only willing to observe
Can’t smile if you’re dedicated to a frown
Can’t move forward until YOU decide to
Can’t go up if you’re always looking down
Grace E Aug 2020
Some people like to think of themselves as the black sheep...
I’ve always considered myself more of the glittery sheep of the flock
Oh, my wool is sparkling? Didn’t even notice ;)
Grace E Aug 2020
Life is composed of beautiful moments
Stitched together with hope
Though there are patches of heartache and uncertainty
But all in all
It is a fine garment
Woven with the tender and caring hands
Of the creator
A symphony of color and sound and taste
Life, even with its doubts
Is a true gift for a heart that is grateful for it
Grace E Aug 2020
Shedding the virginal pink robes
Bestowed upon her in girlhood
The sweetness in her eyes
Stolen by fire, she could drop men
With her glances
She lifted her head
As they draped her in red
Crowned her and bowed down
Queen of the dead
Grace E Aug 2020
Every time I am inexplicably drawn in
To your looming aura
Your gregarious presence
I feel flowers growing in my chest
My heart is a butterfly
Writhing in its chrysalis
Inspired to break free
You have this strange power over me
I feel it so tangibly I’m worried
Can others smell the attraction emitting off me
I’m worried of how palpable it is
How evident and fragrant it is
But I look around and see
It’s only you and I
Starring at each other, longing for the other
It’s only you and I who know what’s happening
We are in our own secret little garden
Harboring our own maddening, sweetening, secret love
Grace E Aug 2020
I want to run away to Italy
Live with you by the sea
We could spend all our days
Twisting up spaghetti Bolognese
Pack our bags don’t tell a soul
Leave our problems and some notes
“Sorry, but we had to go”
Turn into a couple ghosts
I want to snuggle up on the warm sandy beach
I’ll feed you grapes and kiss your cheeks
Get tangled in steamy sheets
I want to run away to Italy
Live with you by the sea
Live a long life with you, happily
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