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a love story written a long time ago tht i found

by me (kc) (C)
She sheds her tears everyight, but she knows he's there holding her as she dreams. She feels the warmth and safety grasping her, lucky to be held. Mistakes were made, then all hell broke loose. One night she awoke and realised his arms werent around her. She sobbed and shivered, shaking and loosing her trust toward the world and love she had once felt. She turns to see him hurt emotionally as she wishes to turn back time and change what she had done even though its impossible. All she can do now is wrap her arms around him and cry scared. She knows she can't touch him, but she does. She truely loves him and is scared, lost and ready to give up on herself, yet, she doesn't. She'll do what she desires. If she wants to hold him, she will, no matter what anyone says. She's holding him right now, weaping and knowing she lost him and has found her heart broken and so is his. She loves him and wants to hold him and kiss him even though she can't. His soft lips brushed against hers while his hand is placed upon her cheek, his gentle touch bringing a red blush to cross her cheeks. She can't resist and raises her own hand to stroke her fingers through his hair and to smile sadly and know that theyre truely in love.






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Demon_of_All_Gods
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commentCommented on: Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 01:15am
sorry bout the other night and sorry for ever fighting with you or hurting ur feelings........i put this as a comment cuz i also wonder.....whos the "him" plz mssg me.....


commentCommented on: Thu Dec 27, 2007 @ 12:43pm
one question...
how long ago did u write this?
it's so...deep.



OIDACRA
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