Goodnight kisses placed upon the flesh of eager anticipation; a morning bouquet of roses found withering along the murky farewell. They are not forgotten, because these memories hold the lost souls of poignant emotions. Their tears drip honey upon the core’s sentiment. Breathing into the darkness, the cold sensations becoming the objects of desire; sorrow…
Waiting for the morning to break this endless night. The seconds prolong this enticing desire. I long to touch your beautiful face; to see the sunrise in your tender eyes. Tomorrow is far away; sleepless excitement magnifies this excruciating wait. I long to kiss your beautiful lips; to see your smile light up the sky.
Tonight, he arrives hoping to find Her waiting; the rooms are empty, The windows covered. For so long, he left the lights on Believing she would return to take up Residence in this place now abandoned. Every night he recalled those moments; The eve of a new season bringing silence. Feelings of solace lost in…
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