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You're worth more than a poem.
But for now,
I'll try my best to make this much more than just a poem:
but a message from me.

What you don't know is,
every time she feels down, she rereads all your kind words.
When she's bored, you're not on,
she rereads them.
She spends all her time thinking about you.
She cherishes you,
You're the best she ever had.

She takes everything about you,
devours them, slowly savoring all the good bits (which is everything),
and then keeps them tattooed all over me,
never to be removed.
Each and every letter, engrained onto me with a flourish,
a kiss,
trailing her hands behind, stroking the way the gorgeous letters look
all aligned together to make such beautiful sentences.

Her eyes trail every word,
her hands caress the wonder machine that brought her you,
her ears thrumming with the sounds of you,
the music notes floating into her ears,
the way water flows,
for you are better than just any ordinary ocean.

You may call her an ocean,
but you are more than that.
The ocean only takes up 75% of Earth.
You are much more.
You are her sky,
her universe.

You hold the stars in your heart,
twinkling like little rubies.
Just like the moon and the sun,
you see everything.
The clouds are your façade,
and the rain,
your tears.
Beautiful.

And all she wants to be is the satellite,
to explore you and learn everything about you,
to always circle around and around,
to never leave.

I know you won't break me,
or her.
And for that,
I am forever in your debt.
So come to me when you need me,
I will do anything to serve my prince.

With Great Love,
The Creep's Heart
There's my valentines day gift for my boyfriend ^^ Je t'aime, et merci beaucoup pour ton attention et amour. Vous êtes beaux et tres sympa. :) happy valentines day, mr. Right!
(Sorry this ***** ^^")

Comeback when you hear this song
By 2PM
I'm suffocating
Life is leaving
Without you there to hold me
Your my oxygen

I don't care where you are going
But whenever you leave me
I feel like I'm dying
Your my oxygen

And I know this isn't a fair thing to be saying
It's hard to tell you because I want to set you free
But I keep you here because I need you to breathe
your my oxygen

And I keep denying myself the one thing I need
I'm growing older
And I need to figure our how to do this thing
Before you leave permanently
I need to know how to breathe
*Without my oxygen
Dependent Personality Disorder
a mental health condition in which people depend too much on others to meet their emotional and physical needs.
If the x-axis represented
the year we met, and
the y-axis represented
the year we stopped talking,
our point of intersection
would most likely be (14,15).
And sometimes, it seems so unfair.
Sometimes I wish
we were parallel lines, and
we never met in the first place.
Other times I wish
our lines coincided, and
we had an infinite number of solutions; an infinite amount of time
to know each other.
But our relationship is beautiful,
too, in it's own way.
We're two lines with
a plethora of things in common, and our lives got to cross
for just a small amount of time.
We got to find each other,
and then drift apart again.
But I'd rather have one point of intersection than none at all.
I'm not really sure if my graph makes very much sense but it's okay because I like the general gist of the poem. Please feel free to leave feedback in the comments below (-:
The song for this one is "into your arms" by the Maine.
When did I stop trying to save myself
To be frank,
I'm terrified to wits end.
I finally found someone
Worth all the trouble,
Whom I only just begun to know,
But he...
I'm fighting over him with the devil.

This monster taunts me,
Haunts my dreams,
As I shriek in terror
Of the shows he puts on,
Each and everyone
Showing me crumbling,
You gone.
Showing me what would happen,
Once true love is found and taken away.

But I fight.
It's the only thing I know how to do.
He lent me his skills,
I used mine,
And together, it evens out the odds.

Maybe I do have a chance of winning after all.
I've got my love for you in one hand,
And my fears in the other.
They show me strategies to win.

But will it be enough?
I hope we win.
Ill fight till the very end to protect the ones I love, no matter what.

Another one bites the dust
By queen
"I made my heart into a monster,"
says the young boy,
as he showed me the picture he had drawn.

I guess I did the same.
not meant for anyone or anything really. i saw this line in a movie and decided to use it. thanks unwritten for the advice to use it. (we watched the movie together in class)

maybe you'll get some, maybe you won't
by jim guthrie
A beautiful night
Rain pouring down
Running
Laughing
With my love
Open land
Fun
Flowers
My beautiful place
Kindness
Love
I am loved
Happiness
Fairy tale
Nightmares gone
Dark but brightly
Loving
Spirit
Freedom
*can it be?
I want to sip from the same cigarette
I want you to unzip my dress
We're suicidal but we're set
Lets get room and just forget.
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