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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 5:51 pm
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woo first post!
im gonna just post my best one here, i may add more later.
Here i am, Back to you
Here I am, looking stupid as ever,
cause my heart wont stop with you.
You're permanently in my heart,
no matter how hard i try to scrub it out.
You're just like a tatoo on my heart,
something I will never be able to remove.
It seems every thought I have,
trails back to you...
I know you never want to see my face again,
but I wouldn't be too happy not seeing yours.
Through all the hate, through both our lies,
I still can't find a way, to stop loving you.
I know I was an idiot a blind fool,
And that I came on way too strong.
But now I beg thee forgiveness,
which you have a right to refuse.
I know I'm not the greatest,
but I know I'm not that bad.
You're words clouded me with rage,
and the love still remains...
I used to try and fight back,
but it was always just in vain.
For whatever happened in our lives,
it's always back to you...
So here I am, pitifully broken,
still loving you through everything.
Though I still love you, very much,
but it's what neither of us wants.
If I could back down I could,
you don't have to read this either.
So much crap has happened between us,
since the day I said to much.
The walls were built between us,
the day I admired too long.
And yet I find myself,
everyday, waiting...
I'm still waiting for the day,
When I can see the good in you.
I can feel it, it's there,
but I want to see it.
I believe there is a wall of confusion,
Neither of us understand each-other.
But that's ok, we don't need too,
Just except us the way we are.
I know everything I say pushes you,
and over the edge you go.
The fog of anger and hatred strikes us both,
and we end up fighting pointless battles.
Battles where neither side gains anything,
I stay defensive, and you go aggressive.
Then we pummel each-other for a while,
but you never see those tears I cried.
I worry everyday, about you,
and I wonder if you're alright.
But you're not alright,
everything I do is just creepy.
Every word outta my mouth is something,
That you can use against me to cause more tears.
And every word I lash back out with,
Can only be used to hurt me even more.
But until I find someone more special than yourself,
It's always gonna be back right to you...
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 6:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 1:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 4:56 pm
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(this is my 2nd best of my work)
What Is Love
Love is confusing and hard to put in words.
Love takes on whole new meanings,
It all depends on the lover itself.
To some love is a cover word,
used to achieve ones own pleasure.
They use the tainted word love,
when they really only mean sex.
To others it is a burning desire,
When your heart pulls to be with a certain person.
Love is a combination of many things,
trust, compassion, pain, depression and many more.
I am those others that truly love,
There is one i always try to be around.
One i love to talk to and trust,
One I would lay down my life for.
Anytime. Anywhere.
The hard thing is proving this love to the other person,
One might act cool and tough.
Another might simply state it as it is.
And even another would be too shy,
So the one intented may never know.
It is a hard thing if one loves,
one who does not know of the love
or even wants to love back.
That is why pain and depression come with love.
There are also 2 banches of untainted love.
The first, I will call "Blood-love".
This is where you love someone, who is related,
They share your blood, so you will love them,
No matter what they do.
There is another branch of love I will go more in-depth on,
This love is where they aren't related at all.
There may be something about the person,
Maybe their personality makes you want to be around them.
This love is the more hurtful of the two,
Because it's much easier to be caught in living your life,
and you end up never seeing them again.
And also Both sides of the love have a lot more choice,
so they can decide, and aren't forced by blood.
Something that may come with this love is shyness,
When you don't want to ruin your chance,
with the one whom you love.
So you chose to stay quiet and hope that somehow,
She will magically see you as likeable.
They say love is a powerful word,
that you don't want to say quickly.
But I'm not afraid to say it quickly,
As long as I know it is the word I'm looking for.
With the word love, comes sacrifice,
You will not be able to move about,
as freely as you once did.
But in the end, it is worth it,
Worth all the sacrifice,
Worth all the pain and suffering,
worth everything that comes with love.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:24 pm
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