My fingers dance up to your neck and then to the zipper of your dress. In a pitch black room but my lighthouse is you.
Holding you here you smell like lilac perfume.
I wake up . It was all my imagination...
The smell of Lavander on my pillow.
Wishing it was of your lilac scent so I can continue my dream.

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Emma.
Blue.
Sad.
Skinny.
Pain.
Hurt.
Lies.
Yellow but not happy.
Skateboard.
Car.
Oh no.
Ankle.
Cast.
Limp.
Green and sick.
Food.
Toilet.
Flush.
Red but not love.
Razor. Shower.Water.
Band aid.
Pink lips pressed against another’s
But not mine
I guess we were always just friends.

She looked at the screen she saw the  skinny ,sculpted, beautiful people lock into a kiss and she wondered. Is this what you have to look like to be loved ? I have to have perfect cheekbones , and beautiful eyes, a  hourglass waist  plump lips, a bright smile? Long hair,curves,to wear the perfect clothes? Jeans and a crop top? All i want is love she thought why do we have to work so hard ? He grabbed her face and kissed her and he said I love you I don't care if you don't look like the girls on the movie screen its your sweetness and kindness and compassion.  You are you and thats what I love about you.

When you talk to someone sometimes your simple hello brings them out of their hell.

All these flavors and you choose to be salty.... > u <