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Hopeless Romantic
I am a hopeless romantic.
Hopeless but romantic.
Is that a thing?
Expressing love in such a hopeless way, that love looks like plain white walls surrounded by nothing but darkness.
It’s a light at the end of a dark tunnel.
A cigarette burning against black gravel.
Candles burning in a dim lit church.
That’s what love is like to me.
I hope one day you can see it.
...Sunday 27th May 2018 12:46 pm
Sculpted
You took my skeleton out of my body and molded my spine to stand straight.
With your skilled hands you took me apart and put me back together, like you had done so many times.
In one piece, after so many years - you taught me what it was like to stand alon
You sculpted my wings in perfect likeness of yours.
With each feather, you gave me hope and confidence.
I was an angel -...
Friday 2nd March 2018 1:17 am
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