I'm writing now to clear my mind
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Confessions appeared in words written right here.From yesterday night I didn't have sleep or rest.Long time I've been waiting for inspiration and just words which he said were stuck in my head :
,,(...) there are types of love,real or fake one"
My eyes stuck into his started to shake.He continue..
,,Fake depends on looks..beauty,sexual desire,temporary things... real love is something more than this,which never ends,it depends on soul"
What about me and him then? I asked myself inside.
Although 3 or more months passed already,we called it love,THE real one..Do we?
Have you ever felt like whole world don't exist when you in somebody's arms?
Or have you ever felt that everything it's going till you stay together and support each other ?
Love is dangerous,it made me feel like in prison,like on earth there is no air...how am I suppose to breath without it?
Stroking his hair,kissing his cheeks,smelling his skin,appreciate silent moments between me and him ...as well as enjoying every single conversation.Laugh till to tears,telling each other secrets which are hidden in this world.
He's my the biggest secret,I want to hide him from all evil and sins of this world.
I'll do everything to keep him safe.To make his soul live forever.
Now I don't look at my problems..even I know I'm in pieces which still keep on falling down.
I don't care,he's my last hope and chance.
All of this things connected us,love,sex,faith and drugs.
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Vastness Of Secrets
PoetryI wanted to dedicate this work to person who showed me beautiful world of words.You know who you are. As soon as you open this book,I hope you will feel like you took closer look into my mind and my heart. Although I'm still beginner but I guess you...
