Sonya Watson
Writer. Runner. Eater of chocolate. Baker and seller of Cheesecakes. Smiler - Yes this is a made up word but that's what I do I make up words. Lover of fictional love (TV & book love) and the Cynic of real love. Lover of Summer, Spring and Fall. Hater of Winter. Teller of truth. If you don't want the truth, don't ask.
“You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my heart and yanked it from my body. Now I stand bewildered by the sight of my heart beating on the cold concrete floor.”
Sonya Watson
“I wished upon a star and the heavens sent me you”
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“I encased my heart in stone so as to stop it from beating”
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“The clouds wept when my heart sang a song of sorrow”
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“The brittle bones beneath my chest cracked, piercing my heart. It was you who breathed new life into my lungs and it was you who would later syphon the life you had given so as to feed your selfish desires”
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“A cold word from a cold man sends shivers throughout my body but my heart remains warm”
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“The sky cries for those filled with sadness”
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“Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat”
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“Dear Mornings,I know you hate me but don't you worry because I hate you too!”
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“I'm not a cynic. I am a realist.”
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“Do what you love or die a slow death doing what you hate”
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“Life is more interesting when you colour outside the lines”
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