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A Letter to her #6

Fuck it.. I'm sorry it has to go this way. I'm hardly me. LDR sucks man. Until that point where you can barely feel your thoughts, see them, share them and understand if possible. You'll be the most savage heart of all time but a few moments after, you're just a kid again. Your tears understand the value of her touches. Once in a dozen of fortnights you see her and now it ain't on the screen but beside you holding your shaky hands. Tons of the chains of thoughts freeze by her sight and all you can do is convince yourself that you can't do shit. When she walks beside you, she jumps a little every while reminding you what role you do hold in somebody's hope, happiness, love and peace. Trust me brother, if this doesn't turn your soul on, nothing else can. What's the worst that could happen? Break up? Hell no. That's very immature. Break up is for the weak ones. They pretend they get stronger after a break up, how shitty is that?  Love makes you stro...
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The Couple of the Night

 

The Couple of the Night


On her laps, he was asleep

 at his lips, she gazed too deep

upon his cheeks, her fingers slid,

with her eyes, his eyes hid.


The passion grew higher,

as they held tighter,

their bodies swayed smoother,

as they fell on each other,

and the touches were on fire

as the hearts came closer.


The lamps were blown,

and the moon was shown,

their favorite zone.


It was the moment,

so they could meet,

it was the time

what was really sweet,

the love was in

and so was it.


It was all neat,

the passion, as a treat

the love that was elite

the hug that was complete

the look that was light

the touch that was bright

Hence, Here I present,

"The Couple Of the Night"


@Sathvyy

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