My Emily
Look at her, those gorgeous eyes, My heart stops when she speaks. Looking at her, looking at me, Breathing begins to cease. The soft of her skin, Her breath falling over me, I’m surely in heaven. This girl is my angel, Her touch comforts me. Sleeping together, Feeling her being- This girl is everything to me. Her laughter fills the air- And happiness expels from everywhere. Her eyes, Her skin, Her breath, Her touch, Her being, Her laughter. She is everything- She is my Emily.
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MichelleMachine
I am. . . unspeakably loud, insanely normal, creativly dull, horribly good, arrogantly humble, hysterically calm, perfectly imperfect, simply complex, precisely off center cynically optimistic, foolishly realistic, incompetently capable,...
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