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Daan Jun 2015
I need this, I must have it right,
it has to work, it has to be, as planned.
Guidelines, steps and plans have died.
The dreams I had were canned.
Sold for a place in society's race.

I'd have to run to turn out first,
I'd have to finish to quench my thirst.
All I'd win would not be worth any more
than the dreams I had before.
I love you in the evening, before you are hungover
before you are strung out.
Daan Jun 2015
I'd never doubt you, not at all,
you're lame but it's your call
you are and chose, you were but arose
and now you can't keep your cute little nose
away from me.

It's admirable.
don't be offended slsfete
Daan Jun 2015
Fairly fair and very verified will you spill your time
the thing thou'd be the hardest of hard to see
the mustard sandwich that is no wax of your bee
the beans you also, whereas worth no less than a dime.

You are a gem, my lady, rough and smooth,
you are surrounded, lady, by your very own root.
Daan May 2015
Our souls left our mouth, blending
like winter breath. Chemicals sending
signals obvious as colour of your skin
and eyes. The eyes my eyes are taking in.
In the smell of every word we speak,
the softly prominent smell you reak
of. Of every person, all or everyone around
it would turn out to be you. I wound
up with these flaws all tied together.

May we influence one another to be better.
I touched her hair and felt her blushing
Through her veins, 't was ****** rushing.
Daan May 2015
Cover me like the veil of whiteness, warm.
Hold me, so vulnerable, yet free of harm.
I'll kiss you, may my mourning lips charm
straight to where your feelings swarm.

Come outside, with me and gaze upon
Come away with me and wander through
The land, the sky, the clouds, the grass.
Dazzling dreams of talking endlessly.

Close your eyes and trust my voice.
Let's conclude this affair with final sayings.
End the night of impulsive choice.
And decline the ways of sudden swayings.
We shouldn't do this.
Can't we just leave forever, together.
No.
Daan May 2015
Do you remember what you said,
recall your words smacking my head.

The harsh and deeply felt are a purity.
Your love for me was personal security.
Where I ly and laugh and dare to be.
Without the context we would have been
happy.
Daan May 2015
Her skin was showing blue and red
Her head was marked by a mark of the dead

She giggled a fake and horrible sound
Her body was nothing but suddenly bound

She took off her dress slowly but sure
Producing a sight no mere man could endure

Her ways were always like this
Impressing with grace and killing

with a kiss
Women...
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