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She warned me about how moody she is; she thought I’d easily leave if she showed me all her day faces, but she didn’t know how much I love the moon and all its phases.

I never got the chance to tell you how much I wanted you here and how much I hated myself for almost needing someone. But I wish I still had the chance to tell you those words even though it’s too late. Your lips weren’t lips. They were an antidote that made me forget. Your hands weren’t hands. They were a toolbox that built. Your eyes weren’t eyes. They were a destination I wanted to ended up. And your scent wasn’t old cologne. It was the smell that reminded me of home.

keeping you with me is all I want and for long

I just need the feeling of your lips back on mine and your hands firmly roaming me because even though I’m falling apart, at least I’ll be in someone’s arms.

She understands the consequences of allowing herself to fall in love.

Her heart was a garden of flowers until he came. She thought he could help her take care and blossom the beautiful pieces, yet he didn’t. He deliberately pick every flower, the every piece of her heart and played with them over and over again until all the pieces were gone. She thought the flowers would grow back with the help of him but she was wrong again. He left the garden in havoc. She now regrets why she let him in. He was no good in her life. He broke her.

A little piece of magic happens, When he says my name. It generates a spark in me, That sets my heart aflame. And when his lips press down on mine, It fuels the flame some more. The fumes intoxicate me, Captivate me to the core.

Today I found her
 she carries sunlight with her
 the prelude to dawn.