Love had no pride
Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.
On a night with the liar’s moon above, I told her, I loved her so and she whispered. “Dear Johnnie, forgive me, I am a mess and cannot be awaken.”
I held her tighter and I whispered. Please tell me sweet lies, please make me believe in miracles and wishes. I know, love had no pride. We have tonight, maybe tomorrow. You and I, we are running from everything and everyone. The half-moon night is above us, we can share the sweet lies. Pretend we have forever and a-day.
Pretty Jenny wrapped her nude body tightly around me, she whispered.
“Love had no pride dear Johnnie, after we give…
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