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Do you sometimes wonder how people can be so heartless or so inconsiderate? Well I always wonder the exact same thing. I question the thought of the person who shares it, I question they鈥檙e intentions and they鈥檙e motive because one day, one day that you thought was never going to come will tear every wanting thought or every memory that you thrive on that replays in your mind will be lost. It will be gone and unwanted to be found. It will be tangled in the lied that make you tremble and makes you quiver with disgust, agony you will feel as you shed the black tear that you鈥檝e shed so many times. As he looks at you the same way he looked at so many others, some more wholesome and willing different from the ones who just want a night of wasteful hurried bliss. They give their selves away. They put they鈥檙e beating heart into the hands of some one who could smash it with such anger and force or someone who could cherish it and never let it go for a second without his pounding right along side it. You hope he wont crush yours into a million unfixable pieces but in the back of your na茂ve head you no the pieces will scatter while you try to put them all back together but you will soon find that you cant. While his eyes are set on you, studying your every movement from the way you touch him so lightly and gentle to the way you take that ice cold swirl of deliciousness away from the lips you kiss him with. You鈥檙e only focused on his eyes; his eyes make your heart race faster than it鈥檚 ever raced. They are blue waves of ice, they are cold but you tend to notice instead of making you freeze they make you warm and safe the only ones you ever want to look at again. The days have come and gone since then and you know that the end is coming near but you try to stop the hands of the clock from ticking. Its been awhile since he looked at you the same, since your wishes came true and since he touched or looked at you the same way as he did before when you were free of any worries, before he took away your innocence. You try to savor every moment with him while you hold his hand wondering how many wandering girls did the same. The air is mild with a little bit of summer breeze flying past you and lifting your hair hoping this summer day of lying in sunless shade would last. Walking hand in hand soft whispers are starting to a rise the air turns cold and the sky gets dark. Words that you鈥檝e denied are emerging as the truth from shadows you never shed light upon; the darkness is shining their own upon the subject while you鈥檙e light from the sun starts to fade out. Being believed is all you want but it is too late now there is no ray of sunshine to be captured. Telling yourself repeatedly that the whispers aren鈥檛 true about the one you adore and the one who holds your heart. There is no avoiding it untrustworthy words you don鈥檛 want to hear, you will soon start to believe them as they get into even deeper secrets that don鈥檛 want to be let out of the chamber they鈥檝e been hiding in for so long. Tension will become thick and the air will run out in till his lips are unfaithfully drawn back to you. Confused as you will be you take them back as you鈥檝e done so many times. He is blurting out words to defend his traveling lips that he kisses yours with everyday. Believe his as you shouldn鈥檛. Beating faster and faster your heart starts beating again.

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i thought u said short.....

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beautiful, short, simple and to the point. Very descriptive, but try to focus it on the moral. Did you create this piece?