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Describing scenes. Also her feelings.

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  • __tp__ 21w

    She needed new horizons to be afraid of.








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  • __tp__ 22w

    Their conversations could be quotes.







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  • __tp__ 22w

    And sometimes her overload of emotions
    Wrapped tightly around
    Giving her the most warmth
    She'd find her comfort in them

    The unspoken and the most felt ones.

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  • __tp__ 24w

    And she realised that her heart could be stolen.
    By a thousand different little things
    And a thousand different moments
    Thefts that would take her by surprise
    Or ones that took time
    Both gone unnoticed, until she recollected
    Where she'd lost the pieces of her heart
    Rays of light, the smell of rain, the colours in the sky
    Catching her eye, her breath and awe
    Or dark nights and a good book
    Taking time, yet successfully stealing her heart.
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  • __tp__ 25w

    Who do you talk to about the stars?

  • __tp__ 26w

    Why the longing to be something admirable,
    When you were probably much more?

    Or beautiful in your own way
    Always in your own way.







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  • __tp__ 41w

    Little did she know that lazily gazing out the window would slowly make her fall in love with night rides.









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  • __tp__ 46w

    If only she'd let hurt make her whole.










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  • __tp__ 46w

    Glad that the clouds would serve as her memory.









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  • __tp__ 46w

    I hope he'll turn to me when he does something clumsy
    Something cute or something funny
    Or some small mistake, with a tiny hint of guilt.
    To see if I'd caught sight of it.
    And I will. With a smile. And a happier heart.
    And I hope this becomes one of our rituals.






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