The pleasurable grace of your heart haunts me like the thunder rumbling in the forest. I want to come clean, the chance to tell the truth feels like shattered glass, just like love can make you forget all the things that hurt, but seals the bruises and heal the warmth of the soul that you embody. Running late as the time was running out of time for me to say goodbye for the last time. As fire ran its course, I left the room without needing your approval.
The static noise filtered through the arousal of the leaves that left an imprint on the pigment of my skin, awaken and haunted by the silence of tomorrow’s past. Dark as the painful past, but reached the pinnacle of the blissful water crashing in the waves that died in the remembrance of you.
Photos mounted like waves of memories that left me stuck once upon a time. Depleted, decrepit, and feeling solace eased and aroused the sensation that I once called home.
Home nullified the soul as I tinkered with the spirits of love for the first time, because each chapter never starts the same just like waves that crash like your heart beating ike next seductive touch waiting to arouse your innermost feelings.
As I celebrate tomorrow’s love affair, I toast to yesterday’s heartache.
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