Okay okay I promise one final entry for tonight.
I just started thinking about that person again and just wanted to start writing. I promise I won't be making entries like 3-5 times a day normally =) and I want to thank Justgoodnight and Ricepaper cause their writings are so intricate and wonderful. It makes me remember back when I used to write.
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For I dream of you.
Chestnut silken hair with just an innuendo of golden auburn shimmering in the summer sun.
Whimsically playful like neighborhood autumn hide-&-go seek rolling in earth toned leaves dotted with laughter singing amist a shower of I found yous and you can't catch me's.
Strikingly sophisticated like svelte, passion, and black velvet brushed together with milk porcelin, ballet grace, and intoxicating remneants of perfumes.
Intelligence like cold winter breaths clarity, vast spanning trivia sprinkled across an alexandia library.
Heritage balanced by european modern passion temperted by asian fog ladened pond ripple philosophy.
Deep, rich and sultry like a chocolate coffee enjoyed from the sunbay of windows resting on silk sheets, fluffy pillows, and generous amounts of lazy sunday.
Sleeps against morning advances peeking beams in sheers and laces rising and falling softly burning embers in the kingdom of a four poster bed.
Wide eyed amazement imitating the boundless creativity of children and the lustfully insane.
For in my dreams I am a collector of photographs that square frame tounge tipped smiles, blanket protecting squeals, and melted helplessness against an eskimos kiss pressing my necks nape.
But who are you? And while I don't know your name or can reach through the depth of midnight dark to find your hand in the empty silent space of the adjoining pillow, I miss you. Find me, cause I'm looking for you.
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For I dream of you.
Chestnut silken hair with just an innuendo of golden auburn shimmering in the summer sun.
Whimsically playful like neighborhood autumn hide-&-go seek rolling in earth toned leaves dotted with laughter singing amist a shower of I found yous and you can't catch me's.
Strikingly sophisticated like svelte, passion, and black velvet brushed together with milk porcelin, ballet grace, and intoxicating remneants of perfumes.
Intelligence like cold winter breaths clarity, vast spanning trivia sprinkled across an alexandia library.
Heritage balanced by european modern passion temperted by asian fog ladened pond ripple philosophy.
Deep, rich and sultry like a chocolate coffee enjoyed from the sunbay of windows resting on silk sheets, fluffy pillows, and generous amounts of lazy sunday.
Sleeps against morning advances peeking beams in sheers and laces rising and falling softly burning embers in the kingdom of a four poster bed.
Wide eyed amazement imitating the boundless creativity of children and the lustfully insane.
For in my dreams I am a collector of photographs that square frame tounge tipped smiles, blanket protecting squeals, and melted helplessness against an eskimos kiss pressing my necks nape.
But who are you? And while I don't know your name or can reach through the depth of midnight dark to find your hand in the empty silent space of the adjoining pillow, I miss you. Find me, cause I'm looking for you.