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everything you do is beautifulthe first full day of summer and i promise you i'll be the only girl walking home under the muggy and hot sun and its extending rays of energized particles with a black t shirt, dark jeans, two shoes - one untied, one blue sock, one purple sock, a tasteful teal and black tie and two step by dave matthews humming some exotic lullabies in my ears. i've known the song for months, but each time i listen to it and sing along,
[it still proves the fact that i want to sing with you.]
the first full day of summer and i promise you i'll be the only girl thinking of: you, handsome and somewhere not here; how irresistably adorable you are; how my thoughts of you paint a watercolor picture, airbrushed with heavenly lavender, lilac, summer grass green, rosy red, and baby blue baked with a thin layer of pale golden hue; how every song i know is undergoing the same transformation through the focal point, and all o
I do...when our lips meet,
our breaths quicken,
this is me. this is me.
when i feel you accept me,
there's a break,
from me and reality
that you are never really mine
even though i'm touching you,
this is me. this is me.
could we ignore the revolution of earth?
let the dawn die
don't leave me. don't leave me.
don't leave me.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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