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I’ll never stop choosing you.
Each morning,
when the morning light washes over
your softly breathing body,
I still can’t resist tracing
infinity signs into your shoulder blade
and telling your subconscious
that I love you,
hoping my fingertips seal in a promise
that sinks into your bones
so that I am as permanent in your body,
as you are in mine.

Filed under poem poetry love promises i choose you

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I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.
Roald Dahl (via exoticwild)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via exoticwild)

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mostlyfiction:

And even though I never
asked her to, she takes
care of me. Handles me
with caution, and speaks
to me with dedication
on her tongue. She is
a vision of perfection,
a sight that is too precious
to be taken for granted.
When I look at her, I know
that everything I have
ever wanted is within
my reach. And when I
touch her, I know that I
will always be safe
in her arms.

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mostlyfiction:

I don’t love her because I am lonely.
And I didn’t fall in love with her to get back at you.
I love her because she has given me
so much of what you could never
give to me. She is giving me happiness
beyond words, gifts, and sentimental
emotions. She is everything that I will
never be, and everything that you
never wanted to try to become.

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Soooo I failed the poem a day challenge when I went on vacation, but I have a few things I wrote while out of the country and hopefully will be posting them soon.