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Beauty Behind Veiled Eyes turned 1 today!

Beauty Behind Veiled Eyes turned 1 today!

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Wanderlust

You are wholesome and real.
You are a ginger fire lover;
I would have never guessed.

Bring me closer I want to feel;
buried treasure I yearn to discover
pounding beneath your chest. 

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typical

My thoughts are in prose but when I sit down to write it all ceases.

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Beast

That voice is back again spouting words of negativity
Joyful me cowers while this evil force takes over entirely.
I suppose this is why I am destined to anonymity:
No one wants to handle this beast controlling me.

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lucyquin:

I find that the biggest hearts have the heaviest souls because far too often is their kindness mistaken for weakness. True to their nature they don’t seem to ever correct anyone. They just bury it, they bury everything. But the most fascinating thing of all is when it bubbles over, when it…

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scent

I went to a local craft fair to browse
handmade trinkets of every sort
displayed lovingly for all to see.

While there my nose became aroused 
a scent so clear and undistorted
brought tears to my eyes instantly. 

It was you there with me, wasn’t it?

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Food for thought

There is no amount of words that can stitch back together the wounds he has caused you.

There is no magic cure-all potion for you to consume that will eat away at the demons that haunt you.

There is no guarantee that you will not be hurt again by those same wretched hands that hurt you the first time.

However, I promise to be there for you during any trial or tribulation. I won’t leave you, cheat on you, or lie.

Never lose faith in those around you.

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"A part of me dies when I hear people apologising for showing emotion, for showing how they truly feel. They’re labelled as needy and desperate, because there’s some kind of rule that overrides your ability to show how you truly feel. Some barrier created to work like a robot, to not be sensitive, to remain cold and hide your supposedly non-existent feelings; they make you feel ashamed for expressing what you genuinely feel. There is never a reason to hide what you feel, just because they do, it doesn’t mean you have to."

— Michael Daaboul (via yasodhara)

(Source: michaeldaaboul, via rumouredtobeaserialnumber-deact)

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meteo-write:

there is something innately depressing both about being in love and falling out of it

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Anticipation

Sleep evades me tonight.
It could be the energy drink from hours ago
or the nervousness from being in your sight.
Either way talking to you again has got me thrown.

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"Sweetheart so now this is goodbye.
I’m letting you go, you’re letting me down
Been caught in the rain and I almost drowned
I’m letting you go, our love’s black and blue
How many words does it take to say I’m through?"

— Blake Lewis, How Many Words

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solidarity

I’m used to flying solo,
captain of a lonely fleet
always losing my crew.

For reasons I don’t know
gaining friends is quite a feat,
something I guess I never outgrew.

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Exhausted

In my life I repeat the same cycle:
Fall for a guy and then get left behind.
All of this ends up leaving me spiteful,
blaming myself with words that are unkind.

I’ve settled on the fact that I will remain alone.
I suppose this attitude won’t really help my case,
but I have given up putting my heart out to loan
only to have it be returned in disgrace.

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Change is not always good…

How did you change so quickly and so effortlessly?

Not only did you change with me but with everybody.

This change has caused valleys to form between you and I,

so deep these valleys are that we don’t see eye to eye.

I truly did love you but you have gone and killed it all between us.

This situation truly is the worst, at least I wasn’t the one being murderous.

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Where’d you go?

You arrogant, cocky son of a bitch,

how could you dare be so cold to me?

I thought we were friends of a different breed,

fulfilling that deeply hidden insatiable itch

we both had for one another since day one.

Maybe this was all a one way affair of which I have been sadly mistaken.

Perhaps I missed all of the signs that your heart wasn’t vacant.

In the end, I am the fool for believing in love.