Author: TheSecretLifeOfPandas

Writer, dancer, complainer, cheese enthusiast, Karaoke Queen, lover of doges & hopeless romantic. I have magic hair that glows when I sing.
When The Clock Strikes Twelve

When The Clock Strikes Twelve

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I wanted to write of midnight and the passing of time.

I wanted to tell you of a kiss that was both incoming and outgoing.

A kiss that was a first and the sadness in the eyes of the one who gave it.

“You were my first midnight kiss,” I said smiling.

“I’m sorry, ” he replied as he kissed me again

And suddenly my midnight kiss was bittersweet and painful. And I stood there quietly listening to the pulsing of my heartbeat in my ears and the explosion of fireworks in the night sky.

“Don’t be sad for me.” I whispered. “Just let me enjoy this moment.”

It is still Tuesday, is it not?

It is still Tuesday, is it not?

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I’m doing this on my phone and couldn’t be bothered to do the link to the main tmi Tuesday blog, so whatever.

1. At work, what sets you apart from others?

Hmm. I’m hilarious and loud. Work wise, I am able to focus and do several things at once. Several conversations, emails, input, phone calls, etc.

2. When it comes to sex appeal, what sets you apart from others?

Eh. I’m honestly trying to figure out if I have any.

3. What are the big imbalances in your life?

My mental ones?

4. What is it that your family and close friends cannot do that only you can do?

Nothing.

5. Are you flexible enough?

Physically? Incredibly.
Otherwise? No. I’m stubborn.

Bonus: What was the best news you received in 2016?

Hmmm… That we were approved for our apartment even though our credit was shit.

Jerkface (Because I’m not Good at Titles)

Jerkface (Because I’m not Good at Titles)

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I desperately wanted you to be mine, but you gave yourself away to so many others.

In secret, you threw me the remaining scraps of your attention.

And like a starving dog, begging under the table, I desperately gathered what I could to survive.

Why were you so cruel when I loved you with everything I had?

I add these to the list of questions that will forever go unanswered.

Honey

Honey

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I love the color of your eyes in the morning sun as you hold me close to you– warm honey gazing at me with longing.

I love the sound of your voice, rough and sweet as we stretch and you ask me how I slept.

This is what I’d been missing. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

Curling up in your strong arms–warm and safe– for a few moments nothing else exists.