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Full Time Loversas magnetic as poetry,
your personality seeps out through your smile.
without a word you've established yourself as worthy of my time
cheap drinks and trashy bars may not be ideal for love,
but we came together nonetheless
the butterflies are endless
the fireworks don't cease
face it - your hand belongs in mine
you breathe so loudly when you eat
you always make a mess
your compliments are so cliché
but please don't let them stop
we both have our flaws
and we both have our quirks
....but in the end we make it work
tangled up in love with you
there's no place I'd rather be.
you are the Peter to my Lois
and don't you dare change that
deep fried chocolate and movie rentals
organic soda and hotel pens
we're making history every day
soft sweaters and confusing belts
thousands of fish and unanswered texts
let's take the bull by the horns
out of sight, out of mind?
or will distance make your heart grow fonder?
that's a chance I'm willing to take
you'll still be my love song
and you'll sti
The VerdictI am so much more than this place will let me be.
I am the creature of the night with a very troubled past.
I am the once naive angel who hungers for his touch.
I am the girl whose emotions are too large for her heart
and I am the one you never expect to cry
cheerful by popular demand
I'm sick of all these masks
playing dress-up with a smile is truly overrated
expose me for who I am
a collection of good intentions and low self-esteem
you have already broken many hearts
but all I leave are dents
I am the need to please in human form
yet all you have is doubt
...you'll choke on your own remorse before the day is through
give it up while you have a choice
you have already been convicted of the crime that never was.
try fidelity one more time and don't bother pleading the fifth
I will no longer be your alibi
you have already committed open heart purgery
AbusedHer breath painted a masterpiece along the icy windowpane as a faded memory had its way with her mother.
He was only supposed to exist in a fairytale gone wrong -- chilling stories told through shortened breaths and a persistent stutter.
Suddenly the life of her one and only guardian depended on her ability to pick a lock.
Normally being locked out would mean a break from reality -- a time out in the game of life.
Normally she patiently waited on the other side, knowing it would eventually be opened.
This time she wasn't so sure.
Fists of what she could've sworn were steel destroyed everything they touched.
The Midas touch had backfired and taken the form of her father.
We tell ourselves that we will be there for the people we love through thick and thin -- that we will protect them in their time of need.
It wasn't until today that she realized she really did love her mother.
Watching a fight scene too cruel for the cinema, all she wanted to do was go back in time.
...to tell her that
White Noiseyou're cynical
you're everything I'm not
religious cliches stay close to my heart
but to you they're just white noise
the sweet to your sour
the bark to your bite
I'm the joke that never gets old
life in the fast lane
slow in the sack
my self worth is no longer measured by your love
frugal with money and carefree with words,
it's okay to splurge on a muzzle
razor sharp eyes and silky smooth skin
oh wait, that wasn't you.
...smiles always fade just a little bit quicker when you were faking it all along.
make-ups and break-ups
these eyes have seen it all.
you'll wander in so unprepared,
and then I'll watch you fall.
EquationsI used to stalk the memory of you
now it's only sleep
I used to ache for just one kiss
now I've forgotten the taste
my pain might be stereotyped,
my emotions overlooked
...this is of little matter since you've given me immunity
blissful encounters and painful addictions,
you've taken it all away
the death of my soul gave birth to your ego
...I doubt you've gotten far
the possibility of re-incarnation keeps my optimism in check
but rest assured I'm not waiting on your call
once upon a time,
our lives were parallel.
now they're not even perpendicular.
rise over run,
at least my slope is positive.
mind over matter
head over heels
I fill my room with thoughts of you
to make it feel like heaven
to make it feel like home
you're number one on my to-do list
I can't stop driving
but there's nowhere to go
I can't stop crying
but there's no one to hold
excessive mixed signals and unspoken kind words
our friendship is nothing more than tear stains on bed sheets
our existence is nothing more than a lie
everything I've waited for is hidden in your smile
and every fantasy I've ever had is summarized by you
I can't break free of your spell
but I've never actually tried.
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
My love, my desireMy love,
the reason that I thrive.
mean nothing when you are by my side.
is turned upside down and grows still.
their rhythm flowing into one.
the reason that I live.
everything I do is for you.
My heart's pride and joy,
my soul's very core,
it is you only I adore.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
high on life and more than a little love drunk,
our hiatus has reached an end
you've worn out my heart --
it keeps finding its way back into my throat
you've worn out my stomach --
the butterflies still refuse to leave
your kiss reminds me that I'm capable of falling in love
...all over again with you
I'm a work in progress,
you're an overlooked masterpiece
a man with a message,
you're making great time
the sinners have it easy,
it's the saints who do the work
I won't close you in and I won't cut you out
(please do me the same courtesy)
our love is so comfortable
...and this is how it's supposed to be.
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