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theres something about your first love
something you will never be able to let go of
youre always going to love that person, always going to want them
theyre always going to mean something to you and
theyre always going to wake you up at 3am from a nightmare
because you were dreaming about them
dreaming about the person you let slip from your fingers
and losing that person was the worst thing you could have ever done
and you regret it every day
well that probably explains why im always waking up in the middle of the night screaming and choking on seawater
[you are my favorite nightmare]
because you reminded me of the ocean
even though your eyes are brown
i can get lost in you forever
floating in the middle of the sea (you)
and i wouldnt mind drowning in that sea because
that would mean id get to spend the rest of my life with you
id get to spend the rest of my life getting lost in your eyes
that remind me of the ocean even though they are brown
[you drive me crazy]
and thats why i always get the sudden urge to swim out to sea
and stay there forever floating and
listening to the waves youve created
but the gentle waves
the ones that i love
the ones that i believed were your way of telling me you loved me
[do you still love me?]
now i understand that the reason there was a hurricane in my heart
named after you
its because i broke yours, isnt it?
and that was your way of hurting me back, wasnt it?
[i never stopped loving you]
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
i had a friend once,
and she taught me
not to say "i love you too,"
because it sounds false and inauthentic,
and little white lies are worse than the cold, hard
truth.

i had a friend once,
and she taught me
that you don't have to do anything;
it's simply a matter of whether you should
or shouldn't.

i had a friend once,
and she lived in a small, boring town
with small boring people.

i had a friend once,
and she was not a small, boring person.

i had a friend once,
and she hated herself,
every last inch of her,
but she still always knew
how to make me smile.

i had a friend once,
and she would always reference books
or music
or movies,
because to her,
the real world just wasn't as appealing.

i had a friend once,
and i left her.

she stayed.

she waited.

i'm sure her hope wavered at times,
but she waited still.

and i came back,
only to leave again.

she didn't stick around this time, though.

so, you see,
i had a friend once,
and she taught me
to think deeply,
to live freely,
and to love truly.

i had a friend once.

she's gone now.

(a.m.)
idk.
Don't ever write me a love letter.
I just might end up falling in love.

Don't look at me.
I don't want to get any ideas and get starry eyed.

Don't flirt with me.
I will remember everything you say
And store it in a tiny compartment in my heart.

Don't hug me.
I will only crave more once I have a taste of those drugs.

Lastly, most importantly,
Don't ever fall in love with me.
I don't want my heart to be broken
And I don't want to break yours either.
Sadness touches the lines on her face.
A face that was once smooth with grace.
Age came visiting and left the trace,
Now she is searching to find her place.

Beauty did once belong to her,
She believed it would last forever.
But time has marked her like the weather,
She is now lost amongst the wild heather.

Once they used to call her the Celtic Queen.
For many her beauty was always seen,
Now faded like an actress on the silent screen.
She is wondering why life seems like a scene.

She sometime wishes that she could die,
Because for her faded beauty she will cry.
If to be beautiful again she would try,
Beauty has left her and she ponders why.

But if she opened her eyes to see,
That in my eyes she is always beauty.
Time come to us as it has to be.
My Celtic Queen always is beautiful to me.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
J: Hey.
A: Wazzup.
J: Eh, could be better could be worse.
A: Could also just stay the same.
J: Tru dat. How about you? I haven't seen you in forever... hows ur love life? >:)
A: Ugh. Could be better, can definitely get worse.
J: :( aww that *****... I expected your love life to be in full bloom!
A: Not yet, not yet. Hows ur love life???
J: Uhhhhh... my love life? Never heard of it.
A: Sure, theres the guy whos last name starts with an "s" :D
J: ??? What guy??? maybe its just a stupid, foolish, good for nothing crush...
A: You don't know unless you try!
J: haha I can say that to you. I know you have at least five not-so-secret admirers and have a crush that is totally worth pursuing...
A: U at least have a chance with ur crush. Gtg. BAIIII :D
J: Au Revoir, mon amie! STUPID HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!! :P gtg tackle Lasko as well... plz help meh! :P
collab with the amazing "The Emerald Outcast" aka my best friend evah!!! :P :D
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