your smoldering eyes. burning blue like the depths of your mysterious magic.
i can’t tell you how perfect it was to lie there with you, listening to the music that mirrored my soul.
“don’t you dare, for one more second, be anything other than exactly who you are.”
will you come just for one more night? just one more –
beautiful, beautiful night. we’ll lie there and forget the colors of the stars while we drown in the depths of our memories.
will you show me anything other than this darkness that consumes my mind
when it’s late at night at 4am and i can’t sleep
your image burned in my mind like a gaslamp in the middle of the street at 2am
it’s february and it’s cold
and i don’t know why but you make me feel so safe and so alone at the same time.
Tell Me Something Beautiful 
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I can’t stop thinking about the last time with my ex, it completely burns into every party of you.
I think the last time you do anything will burn its significance into your memory – especially if you were aware of it being the very last time. Thanks for your comment. 🙂
I was not my last time was going to be my last time =(…I hate that guy,lol