Darkest Hours

I loved you at your darkest hours.

Your immensity scared me because I know that I couldn’t trust myself to stay away from you. I patiently listened to your crashing waves as I tried to decipher your thoughts in utter failure. It was cold and chilly. The soft blows of the wind made me shiver. Everything about you is was just so wickedly beautiful.

Sometimes, I’d get lost in the moment and drown in nostalgia. It is was pure bliss. But you mean nothing to me now.

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Author: Sassy

Country girl with a gypsy soul, living life the unconventional way.

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