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You can keep your
Summer-time clichés
Whilst I dread the
Coming seasons.
I adore short walks
Barefeet in the snow,
And holding hands while
Creating snow angels.
Let your feet burn during
Those long, sandy walks
While he follows the
Prints you leave behind.
I prefer being frozen
In the arms of love,
And walking on water,
Across frozen scapes.
Allow yourself to sweat
Beneath sweltering shine,
And drowning in waves
Of shark-infested water.
All my love may ever be
Is a hopeful cliché, but
Whilst your heart heats,
Mine shall simply melt.
Summer-time clichés
Whilst I dread the
Coming seasons.
I adore short walks
Barefeet in the snow,
And holding hands while
Creating snow angels.
Let your feet burn during
Those long, sandy walks
While he follows the
Prints you leave behind.
I prefer being frozen
In the arms of love,
And walking on water,
Across frozen scapes.
Allow yourself to sweat
Beneath sweltering shine,
And drowning in waves
Of shark-infested water.
All my love may ever be
Is a hopeful cliché, but
Whilst your heart heats,
Mine shall simply melt.
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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I just came home from a short walk. There's two inches (five centimeters) of snow on the ground. I wore a T-shirt, leggings, and no shoes. It was quite a pleasant walk for me, and the stares I got were perfect. xD Oh, I'm an odd one... (and proud. )
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I like It! And yes you are odd but at least you're proud of it!