Memories have depth
Like the deep pain in nerve,
They echo in silence,
Where no courage can serve.

They linger in shadows,
Of moments once bright,
Turning laughter to longing,
In the hush of the night.

©Paintedhues

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Waiting in chaos,
for your return—
heart unraveling,
time dissolving,
a storm within,
a hush without.
With echoes scribbled
on the walls of my soul,
I whisper—
Come back soon.

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I have woven you,
thread by thread,
into the fabric of my nights—
stitched in longing,
dyed in desire,
wrapped around my bones
like a prayer unspoken.

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Honesty is the courage to embrace truth, even when it’s inconvenient.

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to kill the soul
that inhales them,
to suffocate the breath
that whispers their name,
to bury the hunger
before it devours you whole.

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I am addicted to you—
each whisper you spill,
each word you pour,
sinking into my veins,
filling me,
ruining me,
making me yours.

©Paintedhues

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I hum, hum, hum—
just your name,
like a chant woven
into the air,
a melody only
my heart can hear.

You appear like opium,
a slow, hazy bloom in my veins,
lulling my chaos into quiet dreams,
where only you remain.

When we meet,
my vision is hazy—
the world blurs,
soft edges melting,
only you in focus,
only you in flame.

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Some nights drift
like leaves in flight,
soft as petals
falling with care,
whispering secrets
to the air.

And

Some days appear like nights,
dim in light, soulful in thought,
where shadows speak in quiet hues,
and silence hums what words cannot.

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I write my name on your skin
with the hush of my breath,
each letter dissolving
like mist at dawn—
felt, but never seen.

I hear your laughter
in the sway of the wind,
giggling through my soul,
filling it to the brim—
a whisper, a ripple, a hymn.

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Nimble fingers trace velvet lips,
parting them with a touch that lingers,
heat pooling in the spaces between breaths.

Tongues meet like waves kissing the shore,
slow, deep—tasting, taking, giving.
Your name trembles against my skin,
a whisper, a plea, a quiet surrender.

Fingertips map constellations on bare flesh,
soft sighs melting into the night.
In fragments, I gathered you,
pressed you deeper, deeper still,
until there was no space
where I ended and you began.
Complete.

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