OSL:BHYN

This leftover space, just on the edge of the page where I said I could hardly breathe anymore is where you’d write about that one night we went sightseeing on our bounching date and you act really weird and starts saying anything you could said. Saying something about stars and forever and I couldn’t hear you over the loud rumble of the music and the chatter of people, but I knew you said something about eternity, because in the corner of my eye I was starting at an elderly couple and it made my heart dissolve into a million little pieces and carried throughout my veins until every inch of my body was covered in what I could only assume was love and I don’t know how you did it, but somehow you did. Just to the left where I pasted in a photograph of us on a giant Boteva wheel last autumn is where you’d write about the day we spent the entire night on the beach and you plucked falling stars from the sky and fashioned me a crown and told me I was your queen. Slipped your fing...

1. I hope the stars in your stars are still alive. 2. I hope your chest hurts when you think of me at night. 3. I really hoping this to end with our gigantic happiness. 4. So, what else did you expect? 5. I kept look out for you everytime that you went out just to make sure that you’ll be alright (even you didn’t noticed at all) 6. “Don’t make me feels this stupidness alone again” –my favorite heart’s whisper. 7. I swallowed every one of your tiny tales, they went down like the shrads of the glass. And I smiled with blood on my teeth. Please imagine it when you read this. 8. Was it me or was it the timing? –no answer. 9. If you were think about it, all of my best me-moerds of you kinda my favorite daydreams. ( Can I just hugs you right now?) 10. Your inside skin hand always seemed to be rosy tomatoes. Sooooo reeeed. Conclusion: Loving you is the sweetest form of self destruction I could find. You gives me Mandragora instead bunch of flowers. But, which favo...

She is the first spring day after the longest winter. The warmth of her smile is like the warmth of the sun on your skin, a feeling you almost forgot about. A clear blue sky like the way she clears your consciusness, she is calm and refreshing. She is the light at the end of the tunnel, delicate like sunflowers petal, presistent and reaches towards the sun. She is an everyday grace we sometimes forget to say thanks to. She is an autumn day filled with bumpy warm sweater, hot chocolate, salty poetry and combats ugg boots pair. She laughs so hard then the leaves fall off the trees and the orange in them is reminiscent of her hair. She’s not quite the sun but not quite to the moon either. She’s not quite a summer but not quite to winter either. She’s original and comfortin, warm flames in the fire pit, a new beginning, new school supply shopping, pumpkin picking apple cider friend. \\ He is the biggest snowstorm of the winter, making everything glitter and sparkle. ...

Honey,  Summer all the way. The grunge waves turn into significant heartbeats. Now, am listening to our lovely del rey goddess. From a red hair change into all the beauty queen stuff. Hang this up, so it won't blow. Thats the way I feel for you. Am I lost for the fire? Baby, if you wanna choose anylife, just be a freak like me do.  Bargaining to the huge atomic transmitter. Such a hoe. Poetry can help you a little, so don't you even worries. To breath like a freak. Like we do. 

" ...only worth living if somebody loving you" 

But what if the princess was in the tower  because   she was the dragon? Like the queen gives birth and oops it’s this adorable little scaley lizard with tiny wings that she can never quite seem to fold right None of the King’s advisors or doctors can explain it, no one can remember anyone who might have cursed the royal family, plus sire she’s clearly yours still I mean look at those eyes They just kind of accept it and keep her in a tower so no one tries to slay her The queen or castle servants reading bedtime stories to the toddler princess, who’s made a nest of her favorite toys and some jewelery she stole off her mother, and when she laughs little puffs of smoke come out of her mouth The king being so proud when she flies across the room for the first time And once the princess comes of age, confused knights breaking into the tower to find a twenty foot long dragon sitting at the vanity getting her horns polished by her handmaidens. 

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