once upon a time
she thought she fell in love
it was just a fatal attraction
desires built upon lust
there was no truth behind the emotions
nothing sacred worth noting
her mind toyed with her heart
becoming her downfall in the end
shamed with guilt
led on like a puppet on strings
in the end was it her fault
all the heartache she seemed to bring
bruised ego and aching soul
perhaps time will heal the wounds
forgive and forget the best she could
to move on as she knew she would.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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