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immatured hearts can not seperate love from simple infatution, nor understand the damage such lack of experience can create in ones life. it is motivated by ego & blinded by its need for attention.

matured hearts does not care for mindgames. they communicate. they know that love is playful, not childish. such hearts recognize love as a safe place. home. because love is loyal & trustwhorty. it d...

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heart

lover where do you live

how long til I can caress your soul

spoil you with timeless admiration

honor your individuality as you honor mine

til we will slaughter each others darkness

how long til our worlds meet 

and explode into forever

oh lover

where do you live

 

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thoughts

there is a part inside all of us

unknown to other mankind

a space

always hidden from reality

and filled with a bottomless need

for something indescribable 

 

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but not like that

not like the way that first sunray feels

when it hits your winter-pale skin

not like the contented way you fall asleep

in your hammock

underneath the moonlight

like the saltwater smell in your hometown

or the taste of banana pancakes on the weekends

not like the kick you get

when you snap a perfect picture

not the like the adrenalin that travels through you veins

 whe...

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With an open eye

And she will always reflect

the hidden traits 

in which you already possess 

~ nicoline ~

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Fear

It was January

She let the freezing ocean cover her naked spirit

Its bottomless darkness could potentially kill her

Still she knew that it was only by facing death

that she would discover life.

ida

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fearlifepoem

Listen

I see you

I hear you

I feel you

Is what you tell me 

Still

I keep explaining

Keep excusing 

Keep blaming myself

Please

Don't tell me you understand

Listen.

- nicoline 

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