Nikt nie dbał o mnie tak, jak on od naszej pierwszej wiadomości.
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I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds but I think of you always in those intervals.
— Salvador Plascenia
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I like you the way
I like rain
Sometimes gloomy, beautiful,destructive and a mess
but I like you for who you are and your ways
You're gentle like the little drops that falls over me when I'm in pain
You are destructive but curing at the same
And I fall over you again.
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You say you care about me, but it’s all talk - no actions at all.
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Without the sun, my eyes wouldn’t have stared at the sun in his eyes. Without the sun, I wouldn't know how warmth a man can have. A man with high cheekbones, giggling as if the world is right underneath him. If I could , I would have taken the world down just to hear the sound of his smile. If I could, I would have sliced the air that was touching him. If i could, i would have ended the stares he gets every time. But the sun is untouchable and unstoppable. The sun saves the world, and my sun saves the world, too. At least he saves me.
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Are you afraid of falling in love ?
I'm afraid of being the only one who falls
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Paixão é igual gelo, primeiro você sente o frescor na pele, aliviando o calor e gerando aquela sensação de bem estar, o problema é depois, quando a permanência vira duradoura e começa queimar ao invés de aliviar.
- Camaleão
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Another lifetime has passed us by
And again, we couldn’t get it right-
Till the next one.
Till our last one.
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The clock chimes gently, its melody sighing as a thousand and eight hundred days weave tales of laughter and tears within seconds in my head. Pieces of you lingering on my parted lips like a salted cherry coke's fix, a sip of yesteryears cherished trace. Striking blue pills rustling on the floor beneath me, what have I done?
I dared to seek our story painted different to the one we had, now I'm left with the absence of a canvas itself. Oblivion and pallid white eyes set in, Who am I, what colors have I left behind?
Malana
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