How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
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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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I miss you now since you were here than you never where. I’d forgotten what its like to watch the world with you and how much you feel like home.
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I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.
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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 destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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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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Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
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Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
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Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.
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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
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And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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I still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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