"It's been 365 days since we last outrun all the odds, but I keep longing to feel my hands on your thighs, those lips that I keep wanting to taste every single day, those intimate moments when our bodies collide becoming one, the tension it rises tirelessly giving hopes away, a goodbye has taken all of me when you decide to turn and walk away, now I've lost the confidence to walk among people who are brisking in love."
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BETWEEN THE STARS & YOU.
PoetryLove is love. "We accept the love we think we deserve" _perks of being a wall flower. p.s the life I regret from every nook and cranny.
