Love Letters 7Davey stood outside his bedroom door, staring at the engravings in the wood. All the lines seemed to intricate, yet when you looked at them, they were astonishingly simple. He let his fingers slide down with the grains. It was so smooth.Love Letters 7
But was he admiring his fine door because of its natural beauty or because he was terrified of entering his room with Jade waiting for him? He wanted to say it was the former, but he knew the truth. He was scared, so scared and so cold. Davey hugged himself, biting his lip almost to the point of penetration. He loved Jade with all of his life, but the idea of Jade not returning his adoration was
Love Letters 6Jade stretched out, scratching the back of his neck, his brows knitted together in concentration. He took deep, slow breaths, trying to remain calm. He swiveled around in the chair, spinning until the room was a blur. Good, he liked it that way. Everything was blurry. How ironic, considering his present situation. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale...Love Letters 6
Did Davey really think that Jade was rejecting him?
Jade closed his eyes in pain, stopping the chair and throwing his feet onto the desk. Of course he cared about Davey. He always had, and he always would. How could Davey even doubt that for a single moment? Davey w
Love Letters 5The Love Letter MurdersLove Letters 5
A letter left in the dark, encrusted in the blood you used to write it.
Hidden messages, encrypted meanings, enclosed in a heart shaped envelope.
Dear lover, these letters are bullets… Grammatical daggers, and sentences of hope. The words are genius. Crafted to perfection, entwined in wit.
Tear soaked pages leave abject monologues unread. Promises made, broken by desire. Love songs written in spite. Dear lover, I’ll love you forever. But forever won’t outlast this fading candlelight. Sorry to say that this love letter romance has gone to your
Love Letters 4Jade couldn't help but watch Davey. The smaller man was hunched over his notebook, scribbling away in a frenzy, his brows furrowed. His long, glorious black hair was falling into his eyes and he was gnawing away at his lip ring. He seemed to be in total concentration. What else could Jade do but admire him?Love Letters 4
Davey pushed a lock of hair out of his face, looking a bit irritated. He stared down at the page, nodding his head to himself. What was he thinking about? What was brewing in that ever-artistic mind of his? Jade could wonder all his life. He strummed his guitar lightly, leaning back into his chair. He kept strumming, quiet cho
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It means a lot.
You have some nice poetry here.
Keep up the good work,
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~Kaylee
I support Jark.
Community over Corporation.
August 7.
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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Southern belles in London sing
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Pick up your paper, and walk off the edge of the world.
Your poetry is nice too.
I liked the ending to "At the End of the Day"
and I REALLY loved ?Watch in Silence"
"She's asking him, "You love me don't you?"
I want to tell her, "He doesn't, I do.""
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"If your wings have been broken and you can no longer move...come to me to find your peace, nestled here against my chest...I will welcome your to this place where flowers forever bloom...and will grant to you a dream from which you will not awake"
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