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I Don’t Belong Anymore

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:14:13 +0000

You said, you love me.

You said, I was the one.

You said that I was it.

You cannot live without me you said.

Now you have changed the game.

You gave up on us.

Because I wasn’t enough for you.

You said we should not share the future.

I don’t belong in you’re ideal picture.

The pain is killing me.

I wish I could change the way things happened.

Why don’t you just stay with me.

I promise I will be better.

I will change for you.

You were all I had.

We will go through this together.

I know I gotta be stronger.

I don’t deserve you.

I won’t give you my tears.

Now I know we don’t belong together

I guess we were a lie.

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Beautiful Lines 100

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:13:46 +0000

Guy: “Can you please close your eyes for a moment?”
Girl: “Ok, done.”
Guy: “Thanks. Dark, isn’t it?
Girl: “Yeah.”
Boy: “That’s how my life would be without you.”

I Promise

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:09:25 +0000

I promise to

always love you with my heart, body, mind and spirit

I promise to

always be faithful to you until death separates us

I promise to

always appreciate you and your beautiful soul

I promise to

always walk with you through darkness and in light

I promise to

never let go of you, even when you choose to leave

I promise to

always kiss you goodnight every night

I promise to

always dance with you under the moonlight

I promise to

always hold your hand when it all gets hard

I promise to

always to always cherish our relationship,

not only as friends but as lovers as well

Beautiful Lines 18

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:08:36 +0000

I can’t even begin to explain the feeling I get when I see you.
It’s like the second I lay eyes on you,
everyone else disappears and it’s just me and you.
Every time I talk to you, I wish it would last forever.
I never want to see you walk away.
All I know is,
you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I’ve never been so sure of anything before.
And I want you to know that I love you so much

Never with Miss

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:05:14 +0000

Virginity has its place
Untouched, unused
Not battered or abused
Safe
And then again too late
To know what makes two
Destined to lose

Do I might as well stay
In the night
Kept in the box
Still so hot
But out of the fight
Always shunning
Or finally coming

Heart unfulfilled
Dick on ice
For want of vice
Hi, my name’s Will
Balls blue
I need you

Your love
Romance
A dance
More than a touch
Let me wake up
Become a man
Just a chance
Kissed *MUAH*

Without Looking, I Found My Hero

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:02:04 +0000

I met an amazing woman on this road we call life.
This caring person touched my heart so deeply
that I wanted to share what she patiently taught me.
She demonstrated on how to be a great listener
by listening to me talk about my joys and fears.
Showing compassion and understanding, she lovingly dried my tears.
Unknowingly she made me want to be a stronger person.
For throughout our conversations I could see she was in pain.
Yet, I can’t recall hearing her selfishly complain.
At our last talk I finally disclosed my admiration and love.
With courage she had shown, I expressed how she was my hero.
My only regret is not revealing this a long time ago.
This loving and truly amazing woman is Bonnie Wells.
She is a friend, a mother, a grandmother, and a great grandmother.
Cherished and embedded in our hearts, she will be missed like no other.

The Old Man

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 19:01:55 +0000

THE OLD MAN

The house is dark

rooms filled with darkness

as one room remains with light.

Windows are always closed

rooms filled with dust

and the old man sits in his chair.

No one comes to visit

or ever leaves the house

doors are always closed.

One day the house was gone

the man was gone

just dirt and grass remain.

No one knew this man

no one knew the house

they were just there.

A Rivers Pass

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 18:34:27 +0000

An old man named Ben; has been around since the end;

I often wondered when; just then;

I was told about the story of old man Ben;

Fisherman at the river; his mind was sharp and clever;

He had such appeal that was ordeal;

I just couldn’t heel;

I wanted to hear more; his stories were galore;

One day a storm erupted; there was no old man around;

As I got back to town; I was told, the old man Ben was no

Longer around;

Tear into fears; such disturbing news;

It was later discovered and there were no clues.

These Eyes

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 18:12:26 +0000

I know these eyes.
I have seen them, somewhere
They resemble a feeling I have felt between lives,
between,
the residual gap of a last breath,
and the sudden awakening of another.
These eyes,
have existed, somewhere
surrounded by a familiar scenery.
All the colours had sunk,
shapes and objects made no sense.
Only,these eyes in black and white
consumed the light,
the delicate aura of something old.

These eyes
I now see before me,
between shapes, objects
and colours,
still consuming the light
of rooms and sceneries.
Eyes that have escaped a soul’s past memory.

A Case of Death

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 18:02:13 +0000

A case of death
——————————————-

And then we became the thing
we always feared,
I tried to pick you up each time
but the shell was too strong.

A riddle sleeps in between all
the rivers that could’ve been,
A tearing of silky skin to
wrench lips from this offering.

Just blink,
this too shall pass.