half a lot is more than nothing
I am always half of nothing
I am always dreaming of aortic destabilization
My blood spilling out like a fountain to your attention
No not attention
Half the time, half the pleasure and nothing to show for it
The half measures and half meetings of the people I care about more than 1 1/2 double over
Free the first part and cut me in half
You cut me in half and then
Cut us before I could feel the individual blow. blow up
The fire settles at the bottom, crackling at my feet
I kissed her long and hard in the warm summer night, in the pool we dipped half way
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Comments (3)
Gosh this was so intense and emotional! I loved it so much!
Your story uses basic language to express deep emotions, making it relatable and powerful. The repetition of "half" emphasizes a sense of incompleteness, while imagery like the warm summer night and the pool adds richness to the narrative. Amazing story
Wow! Intense. Must have been one heck of a kiss!