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[If the only stories? Poems? Or I Mirror brutal against my thoughts? Because of creative ... those are my boss personal facts. My reality. My life. A mirror ...]
Sin in love
"Nothing is so virtuous and sinful as love.
From the most heartless people makes a lover.
From the pure conscience of a sinner.
No other life can this. "
© Cassidy
The wind rustling gently through the trees in this fresh August night. The city was asleep, for it was long after midnight. Only the two did not sleep. They chatted about everything and anything left out. It was one of those pointless but nice conversation between two friends. So normal, so harmless that she was thinking of nothing as they moved closer due to the cold. He was familiar to her, they became friends. She talked like a waterfall what they usually did when they were feeling well. But as his fingers gently stroked her hand back, she stopped abruptly. In this moment they met, what it means when the head is swept completely empty. She did not move and felt his touch still burning on her skin. Like a small flame that drove the cold of her. When he gently stroked her cheek but she found her voice again.
"What are you doing?"
Instead of a reply, she felt as he lifted her chin slightly and turned her face to him. As if in slow motion, she saw his Face coming closer. The so-familiar face. She stopped just before their lips met each other. Something in her mind protested, but his warm breath on her lips, had to not think clearly. She gave herself a shake and sank for a few moments of eternity, their first kiss. His soft lips made sure that her head a second time that night was completely empty ...
But when they broke away from him, broke the spell. Reality caught up with her.
"You have a girlfriend ..."
"I know."
...
"I make no mistakes. I always do the right thing. How I am. But if I do something wrong, then I do it right wrong ... "
© Cassidy
If the soul was a man's existence, his whole being, a mirror, would have broken her. She was a good person. A big dreamer and believed in the goodness of man, in love and truth. They were also getting their goals in life. Being a good, kind, honest person. That was her mirror image. The reflection that perceived the world, but this level was broken. He played no role. She had to do something about it they knew it was wrong. She lost herself, but at that moment was not important. She had him so outrageously that might be.
luck. Pure luck. That was the feeling that she heard in his presence. When he played with her hand, so loving, her heart was racing and threatened to leap after deal. When he touched it felt so natural and yet so special about that they never had enough of it. His glance took away her breath, so they had to look away every time not at risk due to the lack of oxygen to lose consciousness. And his lips ... to think they do not even want to, because they else feared to lose his mind.
"And I do not want the world to see me
Cause I do not think that they'd understand When everything's
made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
© Iris by googoodolls
Time passed quickly, and both knew the end was approaching. No man is able to do something bad in the long run, if their conscience cries out loud. Eventually the noise in my head is unbearable. Even happiness is through this unbearable screech distributed. It just happened. A silent agreement of the two friends. Because only they would remain. Friends. He loved his girlfriend. She had always known. But what good is a need to know this world if you love?
When I sit next to him, I do not know if I should be happy because we are still friends or if I should cry because we are just friends ... "
© Cassidy
But she kept their feelings to himself. She tried not to win him to lead him into temptation. Slowly she gathered up the pieces of her mirror image, even if she cut her several times on the sharp edges. She laughed with him, they led meaningless conversations and hidden their bleeding wounds in front of him and the rest of the world. He was happy with his life, so she smiled too. Slowly, she built the mirror back together, even if the cracks were still.
For those who would commit sin repentance has to bear.
[What is this? Fraud is a. .. Everything! Fraud! I'm cheating! Deceive him! You! All!]
Sin in love
"Nothing is so virtuous and sinful as love.
From the most heartless people makes a lover.
From the pure conscience of a sinner.
No other life can this. "
© Cassidy
The wind rustling gently through the trees in this fresh August night. The city was asleep, for it was long after midnight. Only the two did not sleep. They chatted about everything and anything left out. It was one of those pointless but nice conversation between two friends. So normal, so harmless that she was thinking of nothing as they moved closer due to the cold. He was familiar to her, they became friends. She talked like a waterfall what they usually did when they were feeling well. But as his fingers gently stroked her hand back, she stopped abruptly. In this moment they met, what it means when the head is swept completely empty. She did not move and felt his touch still burning on her skin. Like a small flame that drove the cold of her. When he gently stroked her cheek but she found her voice again.
"What are you doing?"
Instead of a reply, she felt as he lifted her chin slightly and turned her face to him. As if in slow motion, she saw his Face coming closer. The so-familiar face. She stopped just before their lips met each other. Something in her mind protested, but his warm breath on her lips, had to not think clearly. She gave herself a shake and sank for a few moments of eternity, their first kiss. His soft lips made sure that her head a second time that night was completely empty ...
But when they broke away from him, broke the spell. Reality caught up with her.
"You have a girlfriend ..."
"I know."
...
"I make no mistakes. I always do the right thing. How I am. But if I do something wrong, then I do it right wrong ... "
© Cassidy
If the soul was a man's existence, his whole being, a mirror, would have broken her. She was a good person. A big dreamer and believed in the goodness of man, in love and truth. They were also getting their goals in life. Being a good, kind, honest person. That was her mirror image. The reflection that perceived the world, but this level was broken. He played no role. She had to do something about it they knew it was wrong. She lost herself, but at that moment was not important. She had him so outrageously that might be.
luck. Pure luck. That was the feeling that she heard in his presence. When he played with her hand, so loving, her heart was racing and threatened to leap after deal. When he touched it felt so natural and yet so special about that they never had enough of it. His glance took away her breath, so they had to look away every time not at risk due to the lack of oxygen to lose consciousness. And his lips ... to think they do not even want to, because they else feared to lose his mind.
"And I do not want the world to see me
Cause I do not think that they'd understand When everything's
made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
© Iris by googoodolls
Time passed quickly, and both knew the end was approaching. No man is able to do something bad in the long run, if their conscience cries out loud. Eventually the noise in my head is unbearable. Even happiness is through this unbearable screech distributed. It just happened. A silent agreement of the two friends. Because only they would remain. Friends. He loved his girlfriend. She had always known. But what good is a need to know this world if you love?
When I sit next to him, I do not know if I should be happy because we are still friends or if I should cry because we are just friends ... "
© Cassidy
But she kept their feelings to himself. She tried not to win him to lead him into temptation. Slowly she gathered up the pieces of her mirror image, even if she cut her several times on the sharp edges. She laughed with him, they led meaningless conversations and hidden their bleeding wounds in front of him and the rest of the world. He was happy with his life, so she smiled too. Slowly, she built the mirror back together, even if the cracks were still.
For those who would commit sin repentance has to bear.
[What is this? Fraud is a. .. Everything! Fraud! I'm cheating! Deceive him! You! All!]
