He is my heaven and my hell. Serving passion and poison with the same spoon, and I am a sucker for a taste.
LAURA NATOLI-KEARNEYHope is a gift I hold in my heart. It spills into words and gets written into art.
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The agony comes in waves. Pulling me down into its treacherous depths disguised as love. You are inviting and warm, but unpredictable and dangerous.
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Love is magic and magic is everywhere. You just need to open your heart to see it.
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I’m the fire that dances in the rain, I’m the love that lives in my heart. I’m the broken heart that crashes, I’m the phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m healing and scars, I’m the sun and all the stars.
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Insomnia. Restless soul. Long dark nights. Haunted heavy heart feels. Foggy.
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The sound of silence has the ability to teach the loudest lessons.
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Tainted with lies, toxic fire dancing in your eyes. Kisses like poison arrows aiming for the heart killing me softly. Toxic love is an art.
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If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
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Love is my religion and let it use me to be the light on the darkest of nights.
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Storms in his eyes, Fire in his heart, Lust in his touch, Tearing me apart.
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Hope is a gift I hold in my heart. It spills into words and gets written into art.
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I’m the queen of broken hearts with a reign that’s sure to last.
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She is dandelion wishes and watermelon kisses. He is tumultuous fire and venomous desire.
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This melancholy heart longs for a fresh start, where darkness will lift sands of time, kindly sift without a sound for I am found.
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I’m suffocating on empty promises and twisted truths. I’m drowning in a bottomless pool of illusion.
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Sometimes the angry sky rages before the bellowing tears spill.
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