Starry Eyed

A Little Too Much

After You Part 2

One and Only

Two Weeks Is Enough

The Undoing

So Be It

Moments of Truth

Come Home To Me

It was 4:20 am and sleep was far. So I wrote. It's just one of those rantings to put your mind at ease when it has too many things brewing inside it.

The Morning After

A Letter

To the guy who smells like Orion dipped in honey,

You wouldn't mind, would you? That I write of you in ways to lament our memories. Do you mind that I'm telling the whole world how much I wish with all the bones of my body and within, that I could be graced with your presence for all my life? That although I have wished all my life, not to get attached to anyone or anything, the thought of not being able to hear your voice everyday shudders every atom inside of me. I hope you don't mind, my love, that when you're away, I miss you in ways that question my pride and morality and everything I have ever believed in. That every time i breathe you in, your Orion-dipped-in-honey smell gives me a high and takes me to a place where no one else can. I truly hope you don't mind that all the constellations above slowly fade and die out everytime I see you and breathe your scent into me, and I glow a little brighter.

Some day, we'll be history. And all that's left of us will be photographs on our walls and videos in our heads. But god, I pray that it doesn't come to that. I pray that some day, when I miss your scent, all I have to do is pull you close and breathe you in, and the constellations above slowly fade and die out one more time, and I glow a little brighter, one more time.

Unravel Me

Found

The City Never Sleeps

Plans

Never Have I Ever

Home Is What You Feel Like

An Apology For The Cloaked and Hidden

Side Effects

Love Is More Than This

Reckless Serenades Of The Devil

In The Midst Of It All

For The Sake Of Celestial Memories

 

La Dame Dans L'amour

For a friend. You know who you are😊❤️

Photosynthesis

Loneliness - A Friend

What Do You Do?

Pain Killer

Into The Dark

On Freedom

Requiem

A Quest

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I turned to see his face. His features were not perfect, I admit. But they all fell together so perfectly – those warm and inviting chocolate brown eyes, carved just deep enough for his thick lashes to appear as just the right length, those cheeks, soft yet rough and virile, and those lips - soft and dominating. Those lips that twitch slightly to the left every-time he smiles that wickedly charming smile. It was impossible for me not to love that face. Why, you ask. Because I knew it so well. It was, perhaps, the only thing I was sure of in my chaotic life, the Northern Star to my lost and wrecked bark. Then I looked into his eyes and saw his shattered spirit. I looked into his eyes and saw his aching soul. It was then that I realized his flame would die anytime if I didn’t fuel it soon.

Situation in a paragraph #1

Never Again

Redeemed

She falls to the ground

With hands stretched out,

Her frail body shaking,

Quivering.

She falls to the ground

With bloodshot eyes,

Her condemned spirit waning,

Lingering.

She looks up from the ground

To meet the eyes of the man,

And whispers faintly,

“Mercy.”

He looks down to the ground

To meet the eyes of the woman,

And cries out loud,

“Redemption.”