What I need is someone that wants to make memories with me.
I have seen death wrap
tragedy in a neat bow of sleep,
while loved ones' chests
"What Shall We Give, Mother?"
I’d heard your voice,
calling me forth to
When I look at you, I always ask myself if it is only giving birth to a child that confers motherhood on a woman. Your life has always proved this eternal truth that full motherhood derives from both nature (giving birth) and nurture.
Maybe the best parts of life simply happen between sex and sunrises. I’m not talking about cheap one night stands that reek of sugary Bacardi while men try to find a woman’s worth within the depth of her cleavage or the ripeness of her thighs.
Life is better when it works out how it is meant to rather than how we think it should so I can’t say that I know what is meant for us in this life but I do
So, no, I'm not marrying for love, but rather for all that we could do together.
She had to be her own anchor and maybe she was just tired of holding herself and everyone else around her down.
So, please don’t complete me, instead ravage me, challenge me, or just simply Love me because the truth is that is the only thing I ever truly needed.
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