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𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝙸𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗
Something about you So different from the others Something about youI can’t explain, but I love it Something about youStands out from the rest Something about you I just can’t resist
There is history in light. A story written on everything it touches; perhaps I want to feel it and let my body yearn to remember you in the morning like a sunburn.
I crave those moments When my deepest senses — of every corner, and of every edge of my entire being — are touched and awakened. I crave those moments When my deepest senses
As I enter this day, what most do I crave? Unlimited, love-genuine intimacy with someone who never leaves Embraced daily close to a heart that's
all these colors rushing up to greet me all these ups and downs adrenaline running all these beautiful voices surround me exceat for one thats in my head that's in my heart
A hand desperately craved twisting and stretching pulling my strings Now, in this new land To sense I’m enslaved
I'm stuck in my head. I've run out of luck my brain and my heart; they bled. I'm stuck and I just want to get out. Climbing through the muck my head just screams and shouts.
Strange thing, authenticity. It sort of squirms, morphs, blacks out When you stare, But sure enough when you forget it It's there. Ah, I'm a warrior-princess! (I hope.)
This trial and error This beautiful pain, has left me needing more I really wished you hadn't slammed that door behind me,
Shades and fractals of brown in her eyes, like the innermost part of a tree. To me, she’s like a teak tree. Strong and elegant.
I am strong I've been strong for a while, Like a warrior; pretending I was Mulan with darker skin Because back then, the kids loved to play pretend and I was solid.
Hate a power so evil it can kill an entire race. Hate the darkest of forces mankind has ever created. Hate If it doesn't take your life it will take your soul. Hate
Many People have cravings in life. I crave to be heard. I crave to shout. I crave to go outside and make a difference everyday. I crave to be different and bold. I crave to not waste a minute of my life.
Humbled by pin drops Of dust And of fire Burning the darkness and filling the nothing Surrounding her, She closed her eyes and wished herself To a night where they couldn’t see her,
I'm craving an adventure where it's just us,
I want to make you close your eyes, Through words, Through emotions, Through laughter and love, I want you to love me the way I love you, For everything you are, Not for everything you have,
Everyone, everywhere love me, desire me let me be in all of your wet dreams and fantasy men, women, all
A mission. A mission. what am I to do? High school and college intend to point me right to: The purpose of my days, the job I am to do. Why do I feel so lost, torn and confused?