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"Poor child, they didn't tell you how much love can hurt"

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“It takes more than love to make love real”

- things they don’t warn you about. G.L

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“It takes more than love to make love real”

- things they don’t warn you about. G.L

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When we kissed.

When i kissed you,

I tasted the infinite,

And you painted

The universe

With your fingertips

On my back,

And I felt the stars

Exploding inside of

my skin,

Supernovas

Waiting to live

In the middle of the chaos

That we created,

When our lips and tongues

Became one.

G.L

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Futile

Our little futile

Joy,

From the little things

Lived,

Are yet to save us

from the subtlety

Of death,

So called life.

G.l

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Futile

Our little futile

Joy,

From the little things

Lived,

Are yet to save us

from the subtlety

Of death,

So called life.

G.l

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“How do you stop loving someone, that was never yours to love?”

-G.L

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“all that pain and sadness did not make us stronger or bolder; it just made us tired.”

-G.L

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“all that pain and sadness did not make us stronger or bolder; it just made us tired.”

-G.L

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Body Parts

Hands, do not yearn for her touch and when she touches you, be still and do not tremble. She will go away taking your warm with her.

Legs, do not shake. I need to trust you to keep me sane, to keep me standing, to make me walk. Please don’t let me fall when shes gone.

Stomach, don’t you dare make me sick with this stupid butterflies that looks more like an earthquake inside me. I’m not strong enough for this and sooner the walls and buildings that I had take so long to build will crumble. And I don’t think I can handle more pain.

Brain, oh dear stupid brain, do not create illusions of a future that will not happen, stop dreaming about the way she could look at you if you were the one, stop pretending there’s something where there’s nothing. Stop with this silly expectation that will ended burning you and letting you awake at night.

Heart, be brave when you realize she loves somebody else.

G.l

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Body Parts

Hands, do not yearn for her touch and when she touches you, be still and do not tremble. She will go away taking your warm with her.

Legs, do not shake. I need to trust you to keep me sane, to keep me standing, to make me walk. Please don’t let me fall when shes gone.

Stomach, don’t you dare make me sick with this stupid butterflies that looks more like an earthquake inside me. I’m not strong enough for this and sooner the walls and buildings that I had take so long to build will crumble. And I don’t think I can handle more pain.

Brain, oh dear stupid brain, do not create illusions of a future that will not happen, stop dreaming about the way she could look at you if you were the one, stop pretending there’s something where there’s nothing. Stop with this silly expectation that will ended burning you and letting you awake at night.

Heart, be brave when you realize she loves somebody else.

G.l

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Wars Sacrifices

In the end, my dear, we move on.

We take what we have left and we

Survive.

That’s how war really ends:

           With blood on our hands

           Sharp pain on our hearts

           And a few broken bones.

But you knew that, didn’t you?

You were born with war inside you.

Nobody needed to teach you how to kill.

You were reckless and very good holding a gun.

And you never planned on having a long life anyway.

 But what you didn’t knew, dear,

What breaks your heart

           One that you were never particularly fond of

Is that you would be the one standing.

Watching her

           Fall.

You were not built for soft things.

Too hard and out of control.

Built with acid tongue and cold hands.

Not to be kissed. Not to be hold.

You were not built for love.

Just like her,

Which make you both so perfect for each other,

A loud unscript symphony.

But war requires sacrifices.

And, maybe, you knew deep down,

She would be the one to fall.

But you can´t understand why

why

why,

you had to be the one to survive,

when all you had to live

           was dead.

G.l

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she is a fine line between the devil’s eyes and God’s breath

still working on (via night-ink)

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she is a fine line between the devil’s eyes and God’s breath

still working on//G.l

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I grew bitter, my love. My hands have hurt more Than they loved and I have tasted more blood Than I can drink. The war I had won Brought more scars Than triumph, And the Gods that forgive me But I rather die once more Than fight their wars. Don´t worry my love, I wont allowed you to see, The blood on my hands And the flesh on my teeths: They all belong to me.

soldier of god. // G.l

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You are like art, my darling, Not everyone is going to understand you. But those who do, Will cherish your beauty and love your contradictions, You are a work of art, my darling And I, I’m just a simply visitor.

And I´ll be happy in just watching you (via night-ink)

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You are like art, my darling, Not everyone is going to understand you. But those who do, Will cherish your beauty and love your contradictions, You are a work of art, my darling And I, I’m just a simply visitor.

And I´ll be happy in just watching you//G.l

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