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Since the beginning, we were never supposed to happen.
It wasn't written in the stars like the fairytales of my youth.
We had all the makings of a Greek tragedy with the fates working against us.
And yet, despite all that, you still chose to kiss each of my knuckles and wipe away my tears with the tip of your fingers.
You chose to caress every curve of my body with your lips and melt the iciest parts of my soul.
So I say to hell with the fairytales and the fates, to hell with being written in the stars.
We'll make our own happy ending, with the sound of our heartbeats and our hands intertwined.
-NLR
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Midnight Confessions
Poetry"I think new writers are too worried that it has all been said before. Sure it has, but not by you." -Asha Dornfest In which this author writes about life and love and everything in between.
