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I never met a fool in love
'til the day that I met you
Believing in fairytales and wishing wells
in hopes they will come true

Yet I know that you accept it
and trust life works this way
You'll happily continue in your quest
for life's biggest ever cliche

So wish upon a star
a lucky clover from the patch
We know where you wish you were
a fool in love is where you're at

But if you discover the fairytale
and can prove that all is true
Please offer me, just once, a tinder kiss
so I too can be a fool
A collaboration with the Lovely Louise Mckay!
I'm still nursing my wounded parts

Where your scalpel carved in too deep

Broke a piece off inside of my heart

Which left this pain inside of me

Left me laying in a puddle of blood

Till the ambulance rolled around

Had them wondering about all the fuss

Since no outer markings could be found

If your intention was to maim

Satisfied with that lasting truth

Another victim comes to rue the day

That they fell in love with you
I could feel the cold inside my casket,
People crying around me.
My mom crying beside me.

I could have been a better daughter.
I could have been a better sister.
Or simply a better person

But now from all the scars on my arms, I am not longer suffering.

I know the lord needed me in heaven.
I know he called me for a reason.

When I took the permanent decision of leaving earth, I was happy.
Happy that I could take care of my family without them always calling making me feel worthless.
Happy that I can, for once, watch them and help the lord guide them.
Happy that I will no longer suffer, because he left me.


I want my wishes and desires to be granted by my love ones.

The big house
The piano room
The Rolls Royce
And everything I wished for.

Everything in life seemed pointless without him, life was always so blue since he left.

You were the one and only that could pick me up when I was down. You are the reason I am gone.
I wish I could be a good poem writer, but I am not. Lol Well here is a depressing poem!:) Comments please!!!
 Nov 2013 Lydia Manson
Icould
Want
 Nov 2013 Lydia Manson
Icould
I want to be, your number one
I want to be your late night thoughts
I want to be the reason you lose sleep
It's selfish, I know, but it's what I want

I want to be the reason for your excitement
I want to be the one you cry over
I want to be the one you laugh with
I want to be the one you long to touch and hold
I want to be the one you tell others about
when you are talking about, things you love

I want to be to their wish upon a shining star
i want to be their birthday wish
i want to be their unspoken prayer

i want you
and i want you to want me too
What's it like loving you
If you feel the need to ask

It's like being offered refills
Before your halfway through the glass
The freedom felt by a superhero
When he puts on the mask

That's what it's like loving you
If you feel the need to ask

What's it like loving you
Allow me to explain

It's like the first sight of your blushing bride
On your wedding day
It's like all the love you've stored up
The moment you give it away

That's what it's like loving you
Is the best way to explain

What's it like loving you
Thought you might want to know

It's like standing in the bright sunshine
And basking in it's glow
It's like hearing your favorite song
Played twice in a row on the radio

That's what it's like loving you
Thought you might want to know

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