He knows how to touch the hearts of many but to one simple girl such as myself, I would wish to look downward on his beautiful face and his masculine body if I should or sojourn to die. I am imperfect and you are my most beautiful flaw. Beware of poets, of singers, of liars, of beggars, of storytellers and of actresses. They know how to break your heart and you’re too pure for that. You wouldn’t want them to take away your heart and steal your soul. You are beautiful. Don’t just walk away and leave the reflection of your painting behind for me to mourn about. You bring out the heartache and the pain of loving someone back before instilling to me that it was all my ghosts all over again. I guess that’s why I cannot keep you. You are beautiful and I never said you projected the guilt of many, I’m just tired of breaking hearts. He plays the guitar strumming to my heart that throbs for him achingly….My favorite words that describe you: forever, always and eternity….It all comes down to this, I love you, I will love you and you’re mine no matter the circumstances; no matter what they say and no matter, no matter love, what happens.
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