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Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.
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Moon Nature Ourselves Quiet World
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
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Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.
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Love Myself Relationship See Yourself
The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.
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Herself Himself Love Relationship Sex Soul
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
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High Myself Past Prison Wall
I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.
MOOMER

Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky
Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
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Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.
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Addiction Himself Lips Silence Taste Water
Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.
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Beautiful Choice Misery See
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
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Herself Light Miracle Reach
A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
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Choice Heart Myself Safety Tragedy Yourself
Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.
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Deserve Standard Yourself
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
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Black Color Himself Life White World
I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.
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Feeling Magic Moments Myself Time
If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
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Appearance Himself Love Myself Poetry Romance
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
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Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

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