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you want to die sometimes                                                  i want to die sometimes
you live for me                                                               ­        i live for you
you'd die for me                                                               ­      i'd die for you
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i hope nothing pushes these scales
either way
because it'll end
in our death
my heartache is killing me 5 words
all i want and need 5 words
is you, my heart aches 5 words

if i said five words 5 words
for times when i hurt 5 words
i'd be going on forever *5 words
"words can't describe what i see
beauty and more, in one being
                                             are you an angel?
i guess it's just as well
you're absolutely gorgeous to me,
i'm sure it's not only me, who sees,
the beauty you hold in your entire body,
but it is most certainly seen by me"
~MountL~

                          the first poem you wrote me
                   i didn't ask for it
                           and it was given before confessions
                                          of love and adoration
no this isn't my poem, it was given to me, by the boy who stole my heart...
this poem isn't on his page, he hasn't put many poems on, i convinced him to join C:
MountL, the boy who stole my heart
i love how sweet you are to me
   i hate that the rest of the world doesn't see
                     the kind,
                           caring,
                           forgiving,
                           loving,
                           amazing person you are
you disguise yourself
         hide it behind insanity,
                                   hate,
                                   loathing,
but i love that the only thing
            you don't hide
        is how much you love me
i somehow,                          
without knowing                          
became your
momentary cure
for your insanity
and madness

because i never see it                      
you're never mad, crazy,                
insane                                                
when i'm with you
and i don't think
you're just hiding it
i think it disappears
when you're with me

i've heard your laugh                      
i see your smiles                              
i invoke both of these                      
without knowing                              
but i think
i'm your cure love
it's starting to get late
                                and the essay
        i have to hand in tomorrow
isn't getting done
i have too many words
                              irrelevant to the topic
                              to get out first
before i'll have a clear enough head
                                  to write about it
                                                                          instead
                                                          my head fills up
                                                 with irrelevant words
                                        needing to out spill before
new words,
on topic,
come to replace them
i have so many poems
       and i bet the people
                  whom follow me now
               i bet they haven't seen the first poem i uploaded
                                                   or the second
i understand that my "skills"
      have improved
                     from the first dodgy poems i wrote
  but i'd like to know
             if they were no good
             or if it's just that no one looked at them
i'm not telling people to look through my dodgy older poems, i'm just saying that, i bet no one thought to look at them that far back. i know i don't always look at a persons poems all the way back to when they joined. but on occasion i do. its just that, how many poems are there that are "old", written a while ago, that'll never be looked at? it saddens me a little
i want to upload
your sweet poems on here
the ones you gave me
because people only see
what you put up on your page
and yes thats you
but it's not the you i see
it's the harsh side of you
i would put your poems on            
the nicer, loving ones                      
but half of me                                    
is selfish and doesn't want anyone
to see this side                                  
to see my side of you                      

...it's mine..
and i'll protect you
like a dragon with its treasure
10 words
it's 11:49 and i've still got nothing
gah this isn't good
i love coffee
i also love the way
you make your coffee
it's not the way i drink it
but it still makes me laugh
        step one: make coffee
        step two: put in a little sugar
        step three: realize you need more sugar and dump more in
oh i love you
this really isn't a poem, a memory. a happy memory C:
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