My favorite colour
Is the colour of your eyes.
The sound I like most
Is your voice when you speak.
My hobbies include
Spooning until mid afternoon,
Watching you sleep
And dreaming of you
When you’re not around.
It’s insane that one person,
Could do this to another.
It’s crazy to think,
My heart only belonged to me.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Lol, you’re heart belongs to the inner you.
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Haha yes I know that, just thinking outside the box,
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It disturbs me that the prison system has an incredibly good photo of my eyes. Guards must sit around all day marveling at my non negotiable Highlander blue eyes. What if someone working for corrections uses my intellectual property for their own art exhibition?
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What? That is the most random comment ever, even for you Hahahahah x
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Color of my eyes… as Deep Purple sang… Maybe I’m a Leo 😆😅😎😇🤔
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Ahh I have no idea haha anyway good morning to you or is it night time over there?
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Morning. Having breakfast. Flirting with the waitress
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She can handle me ok. Adept at keeping me within the bounds of reality… or was that Jim Morrison? 😆😄😅
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I have no idea haha, good luck with the waitress x
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Window shopping. At least the barbarian isn’t here. He spits and dribbles sometimes. I thought it was because he was pissed until recently. He actually spits in my soft drink aometimes
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Lovely, remind me to never go there x
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The Barbarian is actually a damn good music and band photographer. I had to extract him from a motorbike club that only had one motorbike. The guy running it was a bit much and avoided me as he was one of those who I see through in less than 5 minutes. They are usually the kind of guys who get put in bones. I was supposed to be frightened of him yet the little tear drop tattoos made him look sad… like a clown. The fictitious military history made me laugh. I asked him if he could even dig a latrine. Then he showed me a shell. I said it would want to be coming at me a lot quicker than that 😄
Breakfast satisfactory. Staff have endured me wonderfully again too. We really need some Hendrix or SRV on the stereo here though
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Never go there??? This is Australia…. we are long in the leg… and short in the head 😃😅🤔
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Haha oh I’d visit Australia, looks amazing and WArm xx
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See if today warms up. Yesterday was boiling. Enjoy the local creaming where you are. Heading out to the bush just about now. Outskirts of the underdark. People claim to have seen panthers out this way over the years… apparently left here after your troops broke camp in 1945
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Aww wow have a good day xx
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“My favorite colour
Is the colour of your eyes”
My dear that’s got to be one of the best lines I’ve read.
This is fantastically adorable. Oh to be consumed, I miss it. I’m flooded with heart fluttering memories and romantic fantasies. Such a brilliantly evokative piece!!! ❤❤
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Aww thank you! I did write it then go “awwww’ afterwards, oh dear I hope they are all good memories, I bet someone reading this will think Aww she’s in Love, when really I’m single, sat in my pyjamas stuffing my face with chocolate, watching films. But you write about what the heart truly wants x
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Yes, I still have some good memories to warm my near frozen heart.
We certainly do write of dreams and desires, trying to create a better world that this one we live in.
You’re night sounds amazing… I might skip the chocolate in favour of something savoury but I love the sound of your night 😄
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Haha ooo enjoy 🙂 and very true x
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An interesting twist to the end of the poem.
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Thank you xx
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Really like the ending
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Thank you xx
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Oh Katrina, it is always my pleasure
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Well, well.. What I can tell you, is that if you were in India during the summer you would not want to spoon anyone until afterboon. It is too hot… You need the air-conditioning on – full blast!
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Haha oh dear, never mind I’ll have to just hold hands, got no choice to spoon here it’s bloody cold x
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Here is? Germany?
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nope not a few miles out, here is England 🙂
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Ah, good old Blighty!!
I spent half my childhood in England..
One theory on the word ‘Blighty’, is that it is a corruption of the Indian word – ‘Vilayati’, which means ‘foreigner’ or ‘outsider’!
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Ahh I didn’t know that. See everyday is a school day x
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True dat!
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It all comes down to your heart belonging only to you and no one else. Unless otherwise of course. Fantastic writing my friend. 🙂
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Thank you lovely xx
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You welcome my friend. 🙂
P.S Got something up. 🙂
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Got something up? X
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😉
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