The absolute last time when love wholeheartedly lingered in my corner, it quickly got out maneuvered by a clueless facade.
Then came along a meaningful watery, shaped transparency ready to embody every emerging existence that I've been tactfully holding in because of complete shutdown.
The welcoming teardrop streamed a purifying fondness for secreting life's soulful instincts without recklessly withering away esteem attachment.
Those intimate detailing teardrops doused troubling shame from deepening into recluse confinement, fearing another coupling loss.
Restored compatible, heightening warming thoughts, wiped swiftly off unappealing visionary drying measures only after ceasing droplets that's strengthened a more passionate comeback.
About the Creator
Valerie Lyles
Valerie was previously a freelance writer on platforms such as Associatedcontent.com, Articlesale.com, Best-reviewer.com, Simily.com, and Thebulletinbox.com. And is currently a Freelancer on Clickworker.com and writes at Fol2.wordpress.com.
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