There's a feeling you get when you fall in love for real the very first time. It's sickening how lovely it feels.
That shakey feeling each time you touch your love. When your lips meet the first time, like two strands of ivy finally growing together, you feel indestructible. You keep falling harder and your love turns into a passion. It sparks like lightning hitting a tree and in that moment you know you're in love. You, a rose with your lover a cage of thorns around you. You can't escape the passion, the love, the hate, the trouble. You're surrounded by a cloud of lust that you'll never break free from. Not until you're content with your prison.
(Written July 24th, 2014 at 11:05 p.m.)
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