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amairamy-paredes
amairamy-paredes
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And there you were standing in the center of the aisle Even more handsome than I’d remember In that moment I wondered if I'd stay still just still enough Could I become invisible and stare at you forever Slowly and then all at once the memories came rushing back The memories I’d tried to drown out with alcohol The memory of your skin touching mine The way your lips felt on mine The way you read my body The way you dominated the beast in me, that never gave up control Esa noche me hiciste brujería con tus labios Esa noche me hiciste dudar todas mis verdad Y me hiciste el amor con tus ojos Despues de esa noche me dejaste sedienta de ti.
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Nov 27, 2022
Nov 27, 2022 at 1:24 AM UTC
Brujeria
You truly put my past to shame You came into my life and changed it With your riveting mind That holds a wise man With a childish spirit Your intellect makes me feel stupid at times But you always make me feel loved By the way you protect me Care for me And most of all the way you look at me With so much love I beg God that he let me look into those eyes forever That he let me stay in your arms forever Because theres no place I rather be, than your arms
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
To the Man I Love
It wasn't suppose to get this far You weren't suppose to mean so much Your touch wasn't suppose to affect me this much Your eyes weren't suppose to be engraved In my mind and heart I wasn't suppose to fall in love with your laugh Your name wasn't suppose to be written in my heart I should've guarded my heart from the start I should've played it safe But instead I got attached
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
I should've
Her yearn for him was unbearable His want for girls was clear He loved the game She loved the player   He always won She always lost
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Loves a Game Part II
Her heart broke As if it was a vase Falling from the top floor Of a 100 story building The pieces being so broken it looks like dust Impossible to recognize Impossible to pick up Incapable of putting the pieces back together She'd have to do it all on her own Once more She'd fallen harder then she could explain It hurt more then she could explain She'd cry more then she'd shown She would have more sleepless nights then she could count Maybe she'd give up on love Maybe she's to broken to love again Maybe she needs a savior Maybe just maybe no one could save her
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Heart Vase
He sits there with joy But he's a poor boy. With a broken heart And with the art of joy. She sits there with glee For she is in love with a boy, A boy whose heart she broke.
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
A Boy With The Art Of Joy
She was a poem that a poet was never able to write He was knight that was never able to fight She was the cake that a cake maker was never able to make He was the goal that a soccer player was never able to score She was the rhyme He was the melody She was the sun He was the moon They were star-crossed lover Always passing each other but never colliding Maybe the timing was never right Or maybe they were always meant to be another poem of two star-crossed lovers
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
Just Another Star-Crossed Lovers Poem