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I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.

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She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.
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Herself Kind Light Rain Right Sun
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.
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Forget Love Memories Myself Night Sleep Word
I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
MOOMER

Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking
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
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
Because next to you, I can see new life bloom. And by your side, I can feel both our worlds collide.
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Feeling Growth Life Love Myself Relationship Romantic See Togetherness World 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
And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.
MOOMER

Change Fall Leaves Wonderful
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
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High Myself Past Prison Wall
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
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
There are things that I don’t say out loud. And so they just live in the roots of my soul.
MOOMER

Live Loud Myself Root Soul
I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.
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Myself Open Perfection Rain Season Sky
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
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
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Force One Liner Pieces

I remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.

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