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First loveThe first time you fall in love is the hardest, it's new and confusing. Your not sure how your supposed to react to the sensation you feel in your heart, to the new thought you think, to the emotion of lust. You head twist and turns, you heart leaps and lurches, your never sure weather to follow your head or your heart. Most make the wrong choices leaving them with an even newer emotion, heartbreak.
A good way to describe heartbreak is like being punched in the gut every time you mind wonders to the memories of the person who did the breaking. The pain dulls over time but never completely fades. Heartbreak often scares you mentally and emotionally, you become more weary on who you give your heart to, more cautious.
In time love pays off, falling in love doesn't always end in hear break, in some cases it leaves a person happy and complete. But it is rare that one doesn't expertness heartbreak once in their lives, it's almost unavoidable.
Love is a sicknessSlipping? No, not the right word
Stumbling? Not that either.
Falling? Maybe . I'm falling farther into your grasp?
I'm falling in love with you.
I can tell.
I hang on each word you say.
As if you own me, I do every request.
I catch my self glancing at you without meaning.
But, you're also falling,
But not in love with me,
But with her.
You have the same symptoms as me.
An endless feeling off falling,
An uncontrollable need to touch,
Craving of lips.
There is only one cure,
Yours is just a step away,
But mine is slowly fading away,
No what the cure is?
The one you love.
Obliviously you're the part of me that lets me be me.
But you abuse your power, you crush my world,
You let my hand slip, let my fall into the fire,
But you grasped hers tight.
You dropped me into the hell of jealously,
The feeling of a piece of me dying when I see you with her,
I can see in your eyes, such love,
But when I look into hers I see no attraction.
She will hurt you, you are fragile,
I can see, she will break you, you will scatter.
I will be their to pick up your pieces,
And mend your broken soul.
No one mended my soul when it was broken,
So why should I patch yours?
I don't have an answer,
Just an instinct.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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