Birds of a feather flock together. Not inquiring two turtle doves that were made for one another. The symbol of love and faithfulness. Not something that is often found in this world. More than likely a one-night stand consists of Hennessey and slight conversation. Is it the complication of finding one companion? Or is it a trend to follow in a lonely person’s footsteps who could never be happy with themselves so they ruin others’ lives. By pillow talking in between silk sheets. Nothing but heartache, and disappointment to capture what lays through that one simple night. You think he’s your lover but in reality, he is less than a friend. Beneath your captivity. Trying to pry his hands into your chest and abduct what you ever so gently try to create one too many times over. Users can never become choosers. But more so a beggar, a beggar for light, power, and most cases love. He is just a dove in the wid hoping and praying to find her cent in the night sky. Talking to others trying to forget the way she laughed, the way she motivated him but above all the way she cared for only him.
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