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These eyes have lost many of battles These Grey eyes have felt pain, abandonment, and the unwillingness to face another day Sweet memories as the moon sets
I wish I could say these words As easily as the jokes I make. I want to say them, I promise. But they get stuck in my mouth Lodged in the back of my throat Stuttering and clawing as I try to pull them free.
Love is everywhere It hides in coffee cups Stained with two lipstick colors Stows away in the trunk During car rides home Creeps up to your ear
I see a river levee with bridges on both sides it’s early the air is wet, my clothes dampened by it. People gathered and noise all around. I’m running to you, your motionless.
As the rib cage rips for the heart opens. During, that moment as the heart is becoming broken the mind remembers. Then, forgets devotion & numerous emotion. - D.J.T. 10.13.18!
Wish, not I, to dedicate a sonnet To surreptitious love, brutish sorrow,
I look into your eyes and cannot begin to explain the deep passion that burns in my heart for you. I devote my every waking moment to you, for I live to
If I were to have just one wish, I'd wish for just one careful kiss Upon my lips-chapped though they be, Oh, Sorrow! That you can't love me.
The Dragons, they soaredAbove Mountains, through cloudsEach guarded a hoardClaws sharp, and teeth baredThey’d fight to the deathProtecting what they treasured most
(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly unstintingly unexpectedly taught me selflessness) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Every Holiday time each year, a rocketing increase asperdoling out Uriah Heap ping largesse imposed upon eachc
For my sweetheart, Ben Gustafson I promise to hold you close in my arms, And always keep you away from harm When you’re feeling down, I’ll be right here
#BecauseILoveYou Can I trust you? In high school I'm Currently in one. A relationship I mean It starts off all green and circumstantial
The thought that counts I hold this dear Regardless the gift The intent is clear Loving someone, has no price Its unconditional
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I wake this morning to my surprise someone is there the World in his eyes Am I dreaming? Thoughts rationalize I fell asleep here Brain replies Who is this one
There I stood, at the corner of 5th and Broadway, sifting through friends and foe. The friends?
a small whale swims across the sea to my heart splashing through my dreams
I listen deep, I stand in the sunrise. I make a leap, I am a surprise. The sun beams hit my coffee, I sip and read in devotion. This day is meant for me, To be an inspiration.
May I, by the power vested in me by the love I have for you, Place this ruby ring on your quivering finger, Or will you slap it away? May I, by the faith I have in God
I take a step closer and I look at Him in awe. So pure and divine. Creater of my world, Savior of my life. Only for You, I would kill with a knife.
If I was on a stranded on an island, All I’d need would be... The devotion of my father, His fatherly impulse to keep me safe never was a bother
In all the world, in what we hold dearest I cannot seem to say I could live without The air in which I breathe throughout the day Or the ground beneath me which bears my weight
Love is patient.
I can rhyme words without a rhythmbut as soon as I try, I lose the feeling.So I’ve learned to let them flow,let ‘em rolloff my tongue - or in this case my pen -
To be a thing of staggering perfection, Unlost in a crowd of typography, But not to the masses of passerby, Rather to one specific soul Who sees a light in dim, dust rooms
I wonder sometimes do I want you too much But then, is there such a thing Is there a method to measure how much or how little I'm supposed to
We grow up wanting to leave a stamp on this universe. We are told very young, we can become are dreams if we wish it. And through it all, we create a mind set of this reward in the end.
My only regret is loving too much And succumbing to your poison touch. You make me weak with your scent. My mind’s a haze, my body’s spent. Your eyes, they cut me down to size,
From the moment I saw you from behind the glass, I knew I would dedicate myself to you.
How do I explain how feelings change, how strained this train of thought chugs along with nowhere to stop and drop this ticking bomb. The face of your clock can tell me nothing when I can’t look into its eyes.