… there is pleasure in pain, moments of gain.
… the scars are wounded, memories are hounded.
… I wish to kiss you, hold you, caress you.
… I look outside my window and see us dancing to love and the hue.
… it’s a sign to run away, run away with memories, to find comfort in pain.
… the wind halts, the cradle doesn’t rock, what is then the thud in my heart?
… I am struck by lightening.
… the clouds of yesterday disappear and I feel pure and all set for a new day.
… all obstacles in my way are washed away.
… I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
… the smell of the grass, the sand and the sight all radiate with love and life.
… you should know he has kissed me, it soaks all terrains.
… I play wet and wild and prance about love grenades.
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