Good


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I’d let the past be the past, if it’d be done with me.
Nothing good comes easily, don’t fool yourself.
Shall I compare thee to me all the days of my life?

Good.

Your love is unobtainable.
Everything I can’t be is everything you want.
I am just not enough.

Good.

Fight for everything, fight for nothing.
Take everything from me, I’m already lonely.
You’ve got me at a loss.

Good.

It’s clear that you don’t have a clue.
Tell me what’s “good”?
Am I, or have I ever been that?

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Connect


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There's pure poetry in the way we connect.

I look at you, and I don’t know what comes next.
Every thought comes to a stop, emotions keep running.
I feel everything through you.
I become nothing and everything.

We become silence and sound.
There’s pure poetry in the way we connect.
Something I can’t define.
I know all I need to know, because I know you.

You are my forever.

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WTF: Sex In The Afterlife


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How? What? Why?

The idea of this makes me cringe, and then laugh uncomfortably.  This reminds me of a card from the game “Cards Against Humanity” which states:

F**king a corpse back to life.

This isn’t about Necrophilia, but it’s still just as odd of a concept.

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Very interesting. 


The Wandering Mind:

I can’t argue with this statement.

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Only What We Want


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Our eyes devour that which our lips yearn to discover.

We see only what we want.
Our eyes devour that which our lips yearn to discover.
I see the sounds you make as my hunger swallows your body.
Let me feed your appetite for dynamite.

Take it out, let it in.

Your bad thoughts undress me.
You know I get excited when you talk like that.
Tempt me from night until day with your kiss.
Leave your mark on me.

My body burns for you.

This lust has been lingering within without apology.
Your taste fills my head until I can’t think at all.
We’ll drown in waves of pleasure until you become the ocean.
Come with me.

Feel this moment.

I’ve heard the truth in your whisper.
Melodic moans set us free.
To be blind with passion is clarity.
We see only what we want, and I want you.

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