secretblossomofthenight
secretblossomofthenight
Writing Is Freedom
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>>None this is real life piecesJust enjoy taking ideas from my thought’s turning it into something real. Create what makes you happy don’t worry about the love or hate you get just create. This is fictional
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secretblossomofthenight · 15 hours ago
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"Until we meet again"
This really took a twist on me. And then there you were, standing in front of me, gazing at me with your embers of the heart eyes. I will never forget the color of held promises... Not the one I was expecting, but somehow, the timing feels just right.
~M"M
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secretblossomofthenight · 15 hours ago
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"Do I like you…"
"What kind of question is that, love? Don't you see the way I look at you..?"
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secretblossomofthenight · 6 months ago
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Stay CLASSY, SASSY and a bit NASTY
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secretblossomofthenight · 1 year ago
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Lost in the fog of confusion, I wander,
Through corridors where shadows ponder.
An abandoned hospital, every dream’s plight,
Running through halls in the dead of night.
Echoes of silence, a haunting refrain,
Stumbling forward, searching for pain.
Not fleeing from fear, but to it I steer,
Embracing the dread, the whispers I hear.
Windows shattered, a wrong step’s descent,
Falling through voids where nightmares are sent.
At the bottom, crawling, grasping for light,
My brain a battleground, urging me to fight.
A dance with the Devil, a perilous waltz,
Heart and soul clashing, counting the faults.
Tired of the torment, the perpetual ache,
In dreams twisted metaphors, reality’s quake.
Nightmares uncoil, serpents of dread,
Panicked awakenings, cold sweat I shed.
Checking the time on my iPhone’s glare,
Rubbing my eyes, fingers through hair.
Pulling my body, close and tight,
Facing the demons in the dead of night.
You either confront it or let it be,
A choice between shadows and breaking free.
Haunted by visions, distorted and grim,
A hospital of horrors where hope grows dim.
Walls stained with memories, ghosts of my mind,
Every corner a riddle, every turn unkind.
The fog thickens, obscuring my way,
Lost in confusion, night becomes day.
Yet in the chaos, a flicker of might,
A will to survive, a spark of fight.
For in this labyrinth of terror and pain,
A warrior’s heart refuses to wane.
I’ll battle the phantoms, the fears that conspire,
With every breath, rekindling the fire.
Though the journey is harrowing, the path steep,
I’ll rise from the depths, from the shadows that creep.
For dreams may be twisted, nightmares profound,
But courage and hope in my soul are found.
So I stumble and run through this haunted domain,
Fighting the fog, defying the strain.
For in facing the terror, the darkness within,
I reclaim my spirit, I let the light in.
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secretblossomofthenight · 1 year ago
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!
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secretblossomofthenight · 1 year ago
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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"Obsessions softly burn deep inside me, blessings that keep me from dying.. I'm trying to love you in the right way, and for that there's no denying. I love you.."
She is my secret and I am her lover, secrets so secret that I could never tell another - eUë
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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List of “friends don’t look at friends that way” prompts
“Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 
“Stop staring at me like that, it’s making me feel things I don’t want to feel.”
“Your eyes are always on them.” “…Are they? I haven’t noticed.”
“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 
“You look like you want to devour them.” “Shut the fuck up, that is so not true.”
“Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.” 
“You staring at me like that is giving me false hopes so I’m going to need you to stop.”
“So like… Do you like them or something?” “Why would you think that? How could you think that?” “Because you keep staring at them like you’re in love or something.” 
“Stop eyeing them like they’re a piece of snack, you fucking weirdass.” “The fuck? I do not do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I can’t help but stare at you because you’re just so…” “So…?” “Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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To melt at the command of the thoughts of you is sinful. Your Gold/Hazel eyes that trail my eyes as catch a glimpse into them; my cheeks begin to burn I look away . You and me cannot be . Sweetness in your eyes is dangerous to engage. Always around you even went to classes add the sitting together . You dropping me off at my apartment parts me wondered the if .. and I was going back to that now more and more we come close the more risk of getting feelings. You are my in law even your brother wonders why you suddenly have been around me I am beginning to ask that to just friends we are family. Yet he never knew you text me or come by on my lunches or early to the house. I never thought about it tell after.
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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You took this photo posted it on your story. I feel warm inside. You ride your motorcycle always posting pictures. Sometimes I get my fantasies in my mind ones I read about you just over here living them.. yet I look at you sometimes in your hazel gold eyes…… and almost find you attractive you spend to much time with me. You talk to me so differently now days it is almost as if you enjoy my company you used randomly visit me before your brother got uncomfortable… oh my goodness words coming out my mouth and the thoughts in my mind sometimes are no better.
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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Sometimes good goes bad.
The secret lover and you play with fire.
Mmm the thing people think is good girl can’t be bad. Let’s play my lover?
Let’s meet under shadows of the moon. Dance with each other on the crowded dance floor in the club. As the alcohol takes over the way the music pulls is deeper into the other. The sway of our body’s rhythm shows what we feel . The dark room led and spots lights making it hard to see but we don’t need it. Sensation of you breathe playing against my neck as you trail your lips. I turn my head upwards eyes close breaths hitching. I turn and kiss you hard and deeply. You find away gap between my lips part enough to bite my lip. I open my mouth letting your tongue venture. Your minty sweet gum has your breath tasteful.
I pull away whisper Let’s have a rondaeview point, meet you in the backseat, hidden spot in the middle of nowhere, hotel room, in the water you pick lover. I am all your in the shadows of night. Let’s play this dangerous game together risk it all lose it all just to have moment worth decades.
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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Dreams can come true careful what you dream for . I dreamed of men worshipping my ground I walked on. But I learned it is all fun games tell they get bored.
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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let them feed your soul, because your parents never did
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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secretblossomofthenight · 2 years ago
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Have you ever met a man who is too perfect for you and too close to someone you know? The way he pulls you in, making you feel curious. I love looking at you through my hidden eyes, trying not to get caught. Your dirty blonde hair, slicked back but always falling down when you tilt your head. Your scruff slowly turning into a beard. The dark eyes that pull you in because they seem never-ending. Tattoos everywhere, like an art museum just beginning. The way your cologne is so inviting; I can’t stop getting lost in the intoxication when hugging you, which makes me want to kiss your neck to spread the addiction back. But I don’t know better. But when I pull away, I have to hide the flushed face paired with the smile that forms when I smile back. You know how to start hearts—that’s your job, just like me—but you stop mine. Pretty sure you thought about it just from the way you entered the house one time and didn’t know I was home. Stepping out, wrapped in a towel, dripping water. Your eyes say more than you think; we all have secrets buried under the mask. You lingered, making my skin crawl.
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