i remember when i was 13 and at one of our first ´parties´. we had a pretty clear idea of how parties have to be, you play silly bottle games and dance together in pairs and the broom dance and make yourself go unconscious by breathing really hard for really long.
and you dont sleep for a long time.
we didnt know about anything and i remember sitting melancholicly at the window sill gazing into the stars, the moon, the moon, wondering where you were, who you were, what you were doing at this very moment. looking at the moon like me? longing to be with me as i long to be with you
then i met dany and the stars and the moon lost their romantic shimmer and were just, oh well, objects in the sky. my star was right next to me, in my arms.
the stars and the moon were just the right lighting for our romantic sex on the beach night.
then he broke my heart and went away and ever since i wished i could long at the stars again. make them shimmer again with hope. make my memory erase his name forever so i could long for him again somewhere, unknown. it s melancholy when you dont know the name. its tormenting abyss of pain to know the name
of him who stole the shimmer of the stars, the meaning of the moon and your heart
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"to know the name
of him who stole the shimmer of the stars, the meaning of the moon and your heart"
That is a great line.
Mind if I quote you on that?
no, no, go ahead, i was inspired by guapo. you inspired by me, it s a chain and it s the opposite of a vicious circle :)
all the love
emeralda
ps i am actually really flattered my dear ;)
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