Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.
AIMEE C. HOVEYHow is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
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You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.
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Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.
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How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.
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There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
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She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.
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I fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.
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And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.
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Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
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Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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Maybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.
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And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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