I like when we lay in bed together like a scene of roses on a white cloud of the butterflies moon and all you do is love me like you do and when we are estranged you comfort me on the bed of sand while the ocean beneath us is moving waves and loving the earth as much as we blame but instead of just stopping there you end up being like air that comes from everywhere and when the light burns out so does the spark but as the story is written by the rose of me to the bluemoon of you I come to find the letter that was the beginning of the story.
I love when you call me whenever and make a move as if your voice is talking through the phone and then you hang up only to say i will call you later and while i am waiting for that call her to ring in my bluetooth headphones I am sitting there dreaming about you as if you were right there and when the battle of waiting is done the phone begins to ring and I pick up the call.
Bluemoon: Hello my lovely, I have been waiting to call you, you wouldn't believe the hours I have spent thinking about you and all that heartbeating wait could be stopped with just one phone call that felt like an echo in my head.
Rosyred: Time is precious my darling, it must not be wasted for it is us that slips away like a tiny petal off of a rose petal and while you have been eager to press the button to call me after so many aching hours of waiting for me, it has been me who has waited to hear your voice calling me from a dream not so faraway but as if we are in the island of mysteries and playing by our own roles on our own two feet and not waiting another second to see if you decide to call me, but if I decide to pick up the one and say, "Hello".
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It's okay to dance like euphoria
FantasyThe only magic that can dance like a cinderella and her glass slipper of roses and that is the pearl of the moon and her name is mysterygirl who loves to dance beside the moon and hold his body close to hers as if they are dancing like they want to...
