Damon & Elena Dance

Damon was lying on Elena’s kitanda as Elena was going through her jewelry, looking for some bracelet au mkufu she didn’t like anyway. “I think your wiccan friend might be an issue” Damon said. “How’s that?” Elena asked distracted without turning around. “Well, she and I are not the best friends, wewe know. I doubt she’ll invite me in, in her magical little house” Damon replied. “So?” Elena shrugged. “You can wait outside, we don’t need wewe to do the spell” Damon frowned his eyes angry. “Well, then I suppose I can go back home, so I can play with Katherine, like...

I'm torn between much zaidi than two lovers
I'm torn between two different ways of life.
One showed me what it was like to upendo another.
The other? What it feels like to fly.

My first upendo gave me a salama haven,
a quiet place to hide when I was scared.
Everything in life revolved around him.
I knew that other loves could not compare.
I never thought that I could upendo another,
no one could ever tempt me to stray.
Then one siku my eyes were opened to him
and I knew our upendo could never be the same.

It was in this time that my moyo found another
and so much zaidi than the first he makes me smile.
I can't imagine...