Bright eyes


Thinking about you, my love for you…you in my life, in my heart, in my days, in my nights, in my arms…our hearts beating, our lungs breathing, our lips touching, our hand moving…your listening ears, your strong arms holding me tight, your comforting words, your beautiful smile, bright eyes, beautiful

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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