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I knew it was you
Your soul was inscribed on mine
The man I envisioned,
I knew you were the one
The man I dreamed of
I have always known you.
Though only recently saw your face
Your smile, your touch,
The way you calm and inspire me
I always knew it was you
Even when I didn't yet know
Just who you were
i want nothing more than

for your soft hands to cup my face ever so gently

and for

your lips to touch my lips

in this overly extravagant fashion where

butterflies fly out my stomach

and flowers bloom around us

because i want to bring new beginnings to life

and i want you.
this was inspired from a tumblr post
Link: http://florelgreen.tumblr.com/post/70748016753/youre-really-cute-and-its-ruining-my-life-because
i very much enjoy the idea of us being one
it seems to make a lot of sense
as does the idea of you not being such a hardheaded *****

i very much like the idea of you talking to me
we could come up with quite the conversation topic
it could stir up a *** of friendship!
yes, *** the silverware, not the plant

don't you see,
what could be
if it became we
this was written as a joke btw.

i hate this idiot.
 Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
KILLME
Darling, you overcharge my battery
One smile and my brain was jolted alive
this isn't just some surreptitious flattery
but you make me so happy I could cry
Tonight I am invincible. And I have you to thank for that.
when rain showers turn into sunshine
when your eyes turn puffy after crying
when dust flies from under your car when you're speeding away
when you spend your last cent of hard earned cash on a few pain killers
when your feet hurt from walking

i want you to know that
you're still
the last thing on my mind.
for a millisecond,
where they see nothing,
i see *infinity
 Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
KILLME
And life was sprung
where sadness was sung
from the depths of all lungs
to the tips of all tongues

Yet this "cursed" young
was the very one
to which hope was clung
and salvation rung

Although he did not belong
he fought hard and strong
to save right from wrong
until that's all that thronged
 Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
KILLME
It's not enough to be a dreamer.
It's not enough to try and fail.
To give up before you win,
no matter how hard you tried

still makes you a loser.
Still makes me a loser.
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