Fade not
Above us stars, beneath us a rose of flowers decorated on the bed Sweet scent coming out from this flowers Sweet feelings which follows the night full of good memories which I don't think will ever fade The memories are so fresh in my mind just like this rose flowers beside me Darling you are a flower that I don't want it to wither Your sweet words is the only thing I want to hear Those sensual overtones that utter sweet sounds that resonate in my ears Your kiss, so sweet that makes my heart swell. kiss that drives me into unknown passion , Then kisses which reminds me of our love story So sweet to an extent that am not willing to go Your kisses are so sweet and spicy with different aromas which makes me feel like never Wanting anything else in this world Memories of you caressing my body from head to toe not missing a spot, My body is heating like a rollercoaster ride, This feeling is so sweet baby I want to live with this memories for the rest of my life
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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