Every Revolution Starts and End With Your Lips

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  "I was war, she was peace. She was beauty, I was disaster. She was happiness, I was sorrow. She was my salvation and I was her destruction. She was mine and now I'm forgotten."

Your eyes glimmered in the sunlight, your hair dancing in the wind as you smiled back at me. You touched me and light filled my body. I knew then that I loved you. 

We spent late nights on the phone talking about how boring the school days were. Baby you gave me a reason to breathe again and I took advantage of it. You saved me from hardship and I saved you from drowning. We were each other anchors and no one could take that away from us. Your lips were soft and against mine, was envy. My fingers ran through your hand and that look in your eye killed me. Your skin demand to be touched and I gave it what it wanted. 

You were everything i needed and everything I should have had. Until I left you for a man who didn't appreciate me for anything more than consent. I was finished and you were the one who cut the ties. 

I wish i never did what i did, but its too late now. You're gone and I'm only stuck with the memories of our love. One day my baby, we will return to that bliss, but I'm not expecting it. 

You were beauty and I was a disaster. This is goodbye to the first girl who every made me realise how fragile love is in the hand of someone who wasn't faithful. 

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