i told you the truth even though i knew the sadness that could be dealt from our hands. our hands that felt the softness, the earth and the element of feeling. be that as it was my first dream, the light that glinted off of the glass you had about your eyes. if you hold them up to the world can you see its people clearer?what does it all mean, my darling, when we are gone? this illusion that i based my world around was not real until i found you in the grey. i cannot help wondering if the curiosity i view you with is constituted as...what? i dare not say what i believe you to be, for what i cannot know you must not refuse. be the lamp unto my feet, and perhaps i shall hold the candle to your pages. do not flicker, for the unwavering flame is resolute in its purpose. the warmth of gentle sun colors your cheek and warms too my heart. gentle breaths and the falling eyes so tender in their recognition, realize the beauty in our name. before the dusk of your dreaming and the before these few flowers wither all to dust there is something you must know. the violet umber in the cold moments before we were no more than just...
i told you the truth, and you smiled with one so honest i could barely look at your eyes, unclouded and quivering. so fragile, one word that i knew you would never force upon me. it is something quite peculiar to me to try and comprehend the beauty that i find with you. it is something quite fortunate that you appreciate the way my eyes welled when you told me. am i the only one? i was a lonely one.
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