Love?
Clary Lorraine
Chaos is not Love,love is chaos.people believe it's a disease that has a cure,that it's the problem and the solution is a desire,not a fairy tale.Love is a path,a path that's easy to get lost on. love is a curse,disguised as a blessing. love is good while it lasts,but when it's over you wish it never began.say love is important,of course your love for your family is infinite.Im talking about the kind of love that ruins,that ruins you in the most beautiful way.My answer to "what do you think of love" is that love is everything yet nothing at the same time.... Clary xx (MY ANSWER TO 1 OUT OF 100 QUESTIONS)
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Clary Lorraine
@Killer (Dark Father) thank you🌹
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2020-06-23 16:14:12
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Mehak Kapoor
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2020-12-28 13:51:10
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Інші вірші поета
Forbidden love
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Holy
МОРГАН РЕЙ
Morgan Ray and Rose. ⏺English translation⏺ I will find flowers among the fragments of people, give them to you. I am so pleased that there is you, your love for me. I will give you a sea of hope, and lights that do not fade. My heart is only you, it falls asleep without you. I'm giving everything I have in me for you to paralyze the rocks. I don't want to To conquer fate, together to the very edge. We'll be gone on the penultimate day, but our lines will remain. All love is sealed here, in our phrases and ellipses. So, let's rise high, and forgetting about the holy, Falls of the rock. I'll take your hand, and everything, all around It's going to be the way you dreamed.
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Коли я опинюся в твоєму полоні, це буде найсолодший кінець моєї історії. Це буде крапка на кар'єрі поета, ніяких почуттів вміщених на папері. Це буде найсолодший початок моєї любові – моє кохання ловитимеш у кожному слові, у кожному погляді, у кожному русі. Вірші не потрібні будуть, вони стануть безвкусні.
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