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 Dec 2014 Brendan Thomas
Joe Cole
It flows
It grows
(Yeah **** flows and mould grows)
Oh, oh my mother spread her thighs and birthed a genius
(Not sure about that, I think she was taking a dump)
I belong, I belong among the greats artistes
( At last we agree, Shakespeare and Keats are dead)
Oh foul foul world, those who cast scorn upon my wondrous talent
( SCORN!! Would I waste perfectly good scorn on you)
WHY do you hate and despise me so, mock me?
(Same as scorn, why waste a perfectly good mock)
 Dec 2014 Brendan Thomas
Eudora
When your hand is in mine
I feel all of heaven's divine
When you are close, the world is naught
Drowning in your love, a triumph is sought

You may be there, I may be here
No matter what they say, there is nothing I fear
No longer am I afraid to surpass a crossroad's uncertainties
You taught me to drop off my insecurities

*If kisses were raindrops, I'd send you showers
If hugs were seconds, I'd send you hours
If smiles were water, I'd send you the sea
If love is a package, I'd send you me.. * 

There must be someone else better for you
But you define me as the best one for you
No longer "I" but "We" is the promise we formulated
A perpetual journey together, we have created

I look behind not with bitter regrets
How my heart merged with yours, I can never forget
We've reached this far with this love so true
I'd be glad to walk endless miles with you

My eyes swell with tears, I whisper and pray
Take me in your arms, let me cry today
May my breath, find refuge in your heart
Deep in your love, may my life depart
*Qoute - inspired by Emily Bronte
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...
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