I figured it's time to get that emo-ness off of my front page :]
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Simple TruthJust close your eyes and go back to that Time. That Evening past, that Evening fair, when once your frantic heart did slow and rest a while among the quiet of the still Night air; when crickets chirped their gentle lullaby and frogs did join and croak a harmony; the loving Moon did share her silver glow with blades of grass and leaves, adorned with dew, turned crystalline in her light eyes, transformed to things of precious value, like Jewels, at night.Simple Truth
So rest your weary eyes and lay you down upon the Earth, the grass, and stay a while. Just breathe into your lung


The little thingsIt's those little things that keep me bound to you, make me fall faster, harder.The little things
The way you say good morning; the way your fingers brush against my skin; the way you hold me close, like you need me, the way I need you.
The way your hand fits, just so, in mine; the way our bodies melt to each other with such ease; the way your eyes linger. (or used to)
But there's always that one little nagging doubt.
How many others have you done this for? &nb


Breathe SteadyThe tearing sound of love notes breaks this awkward silence as we stare in opposite directions.Breathe Steady
Unspoken words hang heavy in the slight space between us.
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe steady.
Breathe.
Hold close, as close as you can, as long as you can, before an unfinal parting.
His scent lingers on my shirt, and my tears on his.
But your heartbeat promised that it wasn't the end.


I can seeI can see the truth in your eyes, gazing into mine, hear it in the whispers of your heart, between beats, feel it in your fingers brushing lightly against my face. Am I believing what I want to believe?I can see
I can see their eyes, pitying and judgmental, hear it in their whispers behind hands covering "I told you so"s feel it in their embraces, unsympathetic and smug. Am I believing what they want me to believe?
This doubt, clouding my eyes, strangling my words, freezing my touch,
what truth am I supposed to believe?
l3l <-- that was supposed to look like this ;3;
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Miren al tomate. ¿No es triste? Il no puede bailar. Pobre tomate.
-Larry
*hugs*
DON'T CRY BBI
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No! Bad! We do that OUTSIDE!...or in hotel rooms...
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Miren al tomate. ¿No es triste? Il no puede bailar. Pobre tomate.
-Larry
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No! Bad! We do that OUTSIDE!...or in hotel rooms...
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Miren al tomate. ¿No es triste? Il no puede bailar. Pobre tomate.
-Larry
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Miren al tomate. ¿No es triste? Il no puede bailar. Pobre tomate.
-Larry
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