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Such a strong word,
Though greatly abused,
Such a strong feeling; sometimes absurd,
It gets me amused.
An important virtue,
But made to seem so untrue
Because its sometimes hard to know how and when its real,
And it can't be fully judged by how we feel,

Its really about knowing that love is a duty and more of acts than words and feelings.
Love love love
Cat Fiske Aug 2015
Pal
If you knew,
I liked you,
If what they said and thought about us,
was true,
If we were really ever going to,
end up being a thing,
If we became more,
than lunch pals,
homework calls,
I'd be all yours,
you know so,
I know so,
But what we have,
is a ******* great friendship pal,
another old poem about a crush.
Cat Fiske Aug 2015
I love you,
thats what you told me,

and I know you didn't mean it like that,
I know what it meant,

and I'm happy,
I'm happy,

I rarely say that,
I didn't think I would,

I blindedly handed you all my trust,
I didn't expect anything good to come out of this,

and I love you too,
the same kind of love,

you love me with,
thank you,
this is old, really old, about when I was first becoming friends with this guy, and I was having problems trusting men at all after the **** that had happened the year prior, and now hes become my best friend and one of the few people I trust,
  Aug 2015 Cat Fiske
Anto MacRuairidh
i saw you waving
i shouted - can i help you?
you shouted please love me!
After a few more shouted messages
i said - okay, i love you

i saw you waving
i shouted - i'll be right there!
i walked toward you
>BOOOM !!!<
then i saw the sign


as i came down to earth
WARNING MINEFIELD
(with skull and crossbones)
i was no longer the same
whole me but my eyes worked

i saw you waving
i managed to look behind
another fellow was
shouting - can i help you?

-
-
just as my eyes closed
i heard you shout
'please love me!'
...to him...
  Aug 2015 Cat Fiske
Anto MacRuairidh
I once had
a gold divining rod
It led me to the source
of love
~ It led me to you ~
but it got bent
much too easily

~ the shine was lost

the gold was
naught but glitter
covering a petrified twig

which just snapped...
love is not all its seems
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