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serene
Ebb & flow The ocean’s tide Grazing the sand Licking my toes Gentle breeze Whispering leaves
coaster
Life is a roller coaster Excitement and butterflies Anticipation and waiting Scariness on the rise to the top Fulfillment at destination
involved
My heart is too involved now Both feet plunged in Unable to tread Your chains around my heart Have sunk it to the bottom There's no escape now
chuckles
I chuckled when his warm breath tickled my neck. It was as if a feather had gently brushed against my skin. It sent little waves of excitement throughout my body.
chuckles
I chuckled when his warm breath against my neck tickled me. It was as if a feather had frushed against my skin.
raise
There's a silent scream Rising inside of me Pounding against my chest Waiting for it's release
under
beneath the surface where it all arises from bubbling, boiling, building anger, frustration, resentment hot from the friction of all these feelings mingling together a disastrous recipe
stood
I stood in front of the mirror, clothes piled at my feet, observing the person staring back at me. Was this really my body? It seemed like it never changed much, despite working out and healthier eating. Do I like this person before me?
fallen
We are all broken pieces of art Needing to be put back together By the hands of our own artist
blast
Blast from the past. That's what I saw when I opened the door and saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't notice me walking in, but as my eyes searched in the direction he headed, I waited with anticipation, for him to turn around, to see if it really was him.
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