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The way you laugh
Makes me feel safe
Your smile is warm
My happy place
When azure eyes spill into me
Unaware that I could be
Anything to anyone
No more do I have to run
Peter's eyes widened and shone as he scanned the piece of paper he held out before him. He was huddled up in the corner of his bedroom, his smile growing as he read over the scribbled words again and again.
I brave for you
That you may feel
Compelled to me
My feelings; real
You take my hand
Lead me away
Where I will never go astray
He giggled and squealed, holding the piece of paper tightly against his chest. He couldn't resist the bubbly feeling inside of him. It tickled and caused him to kick his legs against the ground excitedly.
Small, but strong
I admire your being
Your courageous way
Your way of seeing
If only I could win your heart
But I lose my mind
And finish at the start
So he didn't understand what the poem meant; he was only twelve years old. Who cares? Raivis wrote him a poem!
Indescribable
There are no words
To tell you all
That I concur
But if I take your hand
The way that you take mine
Can I ever let go of fear
And let my feelings shine?
He didn't even mind the chicken scratch handwriting that made it so difficult to read.
Makes me feel safe
Your smile is warm
My happy place
When azure eyes spill into me
Unaware that I could be
Anything to anyone
No more do I have to run
Peter's eyes widened and shone as he scanned the piece of paper he held out before him. He was huddled up in the corner of his bedroom, his smile growing as he read over the scribbled words again and again.
I brave for you
That you may feel
Compelled to me
My feelings; real
You take my hand
Lead me away
Where I will never go astray
He giggled and squealed, holding the piece of paper tightly against his chest. He couldn't resist the bubbly feeling inside of him. It tickled and caused him to kick his legs against the ground excitedly.
Small, but strong
I admire your being
Your courageous way
Your way of seeing
If only I could win your heart
But I lose my mind
And finish at the start
So he didn't understand what the poem meant; he was only twelve years old. Who cares? Raivis wrote him a poem!
Indescribable
There are no words
To tell you all
That I concur
But if I take your hand
The way that you take mine
Can I ever let go of fear
And let my feelings shine?
He didn't even mind the chicken scratch handwriting that made it so difficult to read.
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One - USUK
[Fair warning to y'all: I wasn't sure if I should have put the mature content filter thing on. I doubt it though.]
Alfred dislodges himself from the being underneath him and collapses onto the messy sheets next to his British lover. Sapphires and emeralds admire each other curiously as Alfred and Arthur lie panting for what seems like hours, both wet as a result of their passionate sex.
Alfred reaches out to the nightstand and grabs something Arthur can't identify in the dim light. He feels the American's hand join his own under the sheets. Arthur squeezes the soft palm tightly.
The taller blond smiles, closing his eyes. Arthur watche
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Yours -- GerIta
"Your eyes."
The hand over the German's face was placed in vain; nothing could hide the deep blush that spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, as much as Germany wished to sink into the shadows and just be free of this embarrassment. "We…we are not discussing this, Feliciano."
"Why not?" His head lifted slightly from the German's chest, the ever-present smile gracing his lips. Italy reached up to tug at the blond's wrists, bringing his hands away from his face with an amused giggle. Germany could be so silly, sometimes! "It's something nice to talk about!"
Germany gave no resistance to the Italian's grip, fighting back a
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Locket - LietPol
"Hey, Liet?"
"Yes, Poland?" A Lithuanian brunet turned around, setting his pen down on top a pile of paperwork.
"Like, do you remember that locket I gave you when you were young?"
"Of course I do. What about it?" Lithuania eyed the crossdressing Polish blond.
"You totally still have it, right?"
"Of course I do. I wear it all the time. I even wear it to bed. You of all people should know this, seeing as we — ...Well, ya know..." Lithuania's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"Yeah, yeah, slept together, you can just like, say it, ya know, we're totally alone right now. ...I think. Anyway, like, I had a question about it."
"Yes?"
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Shitty poem is shitty, but it's by me. I had no inspiration. It's been ages since I've last written any poetry.
Raivis likes poetry, so why not take a crack at writing it? I always thought the idea of him writing a poem for Peter was really cute. I think it came about during a conversation with ~hellfire911.
I prefer the other SeaLat Moment I did. Not too happy with this one. Sorry.
Also; I've finished 1/3 of the Moments in just over 3 days. I'm on a roll.
Shitty poem is shitty, but it's by me. I had no inspiration. It's been ages since I've last written any poetry.
Raivis likes poetry, so why not take a crack at writing it? I always thought the idea of him writing a poem for Peter was really cute. I think it came about during a conversation with ~hellfire911.
I prefer the other SeaLat Moment I did. Not too happy with this one. Sorry.
Also; I've finished 1/3 of the Moments in just over 3 days. I'm on a roll.
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xD i'm 11 peter how do you not know what it means- well i love poetry so xD? ya know of course i know what it means anyway this was amazing