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I can feel it
The beautiful wind that is
Blowing on my face
Yes the wind is
Cooling my face
I could never live
Without the wind
Also I just love the
Summer
And I want to enjoy it
Every single day
Yes you made summer very short
And winter too long
What don't you like about me?
Is that because I believe in God?
Why shouldn't I believe in God?
Is there anything wrong with being a
Christian?
Because I was born a
Christian
What don't you like about me?
Is that because I am on a diet?
Few words

Hurt worse

Be they used

Be they not

Few words

Hurt

either way.
"Come to me," he said one night,
and I will make your world alright;
"I will fill your heart with love,
my precious, little, snow white Dove."
~
I will calm your weary soul,
never will you feel alone;
Protect you from all types of harm,
wrap you in my arms of warmth.
~
Cuddle you when you're afraid,
give you what you've always craved;
Dry the many tears you've cried,
give you comfort, give you pride.
~
I will do all this for you,
because my dear, I love you true;
And if you should e'er need a friend,
on me you can always depend.
My, once, steady heartbeat
had forgotten how to calm down.
‘Cause a feeling this sweet
makes me feel like I’d drown.
again, the familiar feeling returns.
His kiss was vacant

His stare drew ice from her veins

That no warmth pleaded could melt away

And she knew now how he felt

When she ****** him and walked away

Because love hurt more than she could say

Because his touch was where she wanted to stay

And when he asked her why she left

the tender words would not come  

She flit about like a bird with a broken wing

Too angry pecking eyes out to sing

To his tune, Because his love left her cold aeons ago

And she could not unremember it.

And while the fractures of his frozen heart  fell,

Hers had melted into a boiling *** of pain and despair

She found love

But the words would not come

Unanswered he left before she was done

He tried to say, but his words would not come

And the tragedy is, that if they were really listening...

Neither one needed to say anything at all.
Say it when you mean it!
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