sweat your soul to me, till the moon can no longer stay. 

i want to meet you at airports, i heard love feels better when you travel with a soul partner. meet me out the country.

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God bless your mama. she gave birth to a Sun.

there is this internal fondness that i have for you and it’s a deep-rooted, stubborn feeling stuck to the roof of my rib-cage like peanut butter.

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let me be the artist today.

i want to paint you a picture with pastels in so many shades

bleeding the constellations of my thoughts.

an endless spectrum of interwoven blends.

magenta, emerald, violet, fiery orange, dusty blue, ivory .. you name it.

gentle strokes but violently passionate,

a thrill similar to writing in a journal.

only this time, you`re immortalized in canvas.

 

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every artist carries their heart at the edge of their sleeve.

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she is a sublime composition you`ll find wandering the shadows in the museum of his exclusive heart.

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my desire for you ran deeper than what meets the eye

and i adored pulling your heartstrings with precious grip.

until, without warning, you built up those walls and turned back into a chamber.

your lack of reciprocation left me jaded.

i’ll never win with you. we know this.

sorry if i got too close.

i’m trying my best to save myself from your depths

and exist in my own skin

but i’m weighed down.

you make me feel like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

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you had me stuck like a butterfly in a spider`s web; something i could`nt decode. i was nothing but a fool for you.

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if only you could see how beautiful you are on the inside. darling, you’d shed skin of all your worry.