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I want the world for you

But I'm still scared for us
Each day is coming closer to knowing you

and everyday I'm praying to a god that i know is not real
praying that i will be what you need
praying that i can truly know you

i want you to be happy
i never want you to cry
i don't want you to have depression
i don't want you to feel pain like i have

and i'm scared people will say your not worth it
but you are you are priceless
and i will never stop loving you

I will give you everything
my dying wish is you will be happy

Because you are my child, my baby, my life, a little piece of my soul.
the moon is calling out my name
like she has already made her claim
if shes out at night i will stand and stare
i hope she doesn't care

i look to her for guidance
i ask her questions but only get silence  
but i feel like she still some how gives me answers

she looks over me
tells me who i could be

I'm in love with the moon
 Jun 2015 Spiritdragon
Santiago
I know I need You
I need to love You
I love to see You, but it's been so long
I long to feel You
I feel this need for You
And I need to hear You, is that so wrong?

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.

Now You pull me near You
When we're close, I fear You
Still I'm afraid to tell You, all that I've done
Are You done forgiving?
Oh can You look past my pretending?
Lord, I'm so tired of defending, what I've become
What have I become?

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.

I hear You say,
"My love is over. It's underneath.
It's inside. It's in between.
The times you doubt Me, when you can't feel.
The times that you question, 'Is this for real? '
The times you're broken.
The times that you mend.
The times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend.
Well, My love is over, it's underneath.
It's inside, it's in between.
These times you're healing, and when your heart breaks.
The times that you feel like you're falling from grace.
The times you're hurting.
The times that you heal.
The times you go hungry, and are tempted to steal.
The times of confusion, in chaos and pain.
I'm there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame.
I'm there through your heartache.
I'm there in the storm.
My love I will keep you, by My pow'are alone.
I don't care where you fall, where you have been.
I'll never forsake you, My love never ends.
It never ends. "

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh.
 Jun 2015 Spiritdragon
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I shall
 Jun 2015 Spiritdragon
s
I shouldn’t listen to you
but I am not deaf
I shouldn’t remember you
but you are still here
I shouldn’t look for you
but you are everywhere
I shouldn’t help you
but I am weak
I shouldn’t fall for you
but I have fallen
I shouldn’t see you
but I am not blind
I shouldn’t think about you
but you’re all that’s on my mind
I shouldn’t
I shouldn’t
I shouldn’t
I shouldn’t
I *shall
just a little sad love poem </3
 Jun 2015 Spiritdragon
Havran
How are you?
Have you eaten?
I miss you!
Always remember to drink water.
G'night!
Sweet dreams!
Take care!
Sleep tight!
Don't stay up too late.
Look both ways before crossing the street.
Get a g'night's rest.
You can do it!
I believe in you!
Chase your dreams.
Breathe, breathe deep.
You can achieve anything you put your mind into!
You are beautiful.
You are amazing.
What you create is art.
I'm glad I met you.
I'm here when you need me.
I will stay.
Want do you want for breakfast?
Should I get you anything?
You can have the last slice of pizza.
Double-check for anything before you go!
Thank you!
You are worth it.
You are enough.
You are lovely.
You are Love.
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Enjolras lead the students
He lead them in the fight
There upon the barricades
They fought to get their rights

There upon the barricades
They fought without much chance
There upon the barricades
They fought to save their France

There upon the barricades
They fought to soon be free
They fought for a freedom
They could only dream to see

But the frightened people
Soon left their side
And there upon the barricades
All the students died

There upon the barricades
With a red flag in his hand
There upon the barricades
He made his final stand
Many poems I read seem so sad
The poems fills your eyes with tears
This doesn't mean the poems are bad
But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer

There is so much beauty to write about
Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts

A poem can be about
Flowers or trees
A poem can be about
Crystal blue seas

A poem can be about
a ring of smoke
Or a beautiful girl
Or about the beauty
We find in this world
I am your moon, child,
Ancient and bright in seas
Of tranquility, I circle the stars
Waiting for you, white skin, red
Hair, long, light strands from Mars,
The night is blue and black, so deep,
Radiant as any dark continent, ******
Into sky, as plain as surrender my sun,
To lust upon.  I trust your hot hands will
Conquer in vacuums, I am true understand,
Our eyes could set moons to flame, I know,
That you know, I am here, forever, waiting,
In the deepest, vast, wastelands of space
And time, in sight of a great blue ocean,
Worlds of dream, of yours and of mine.
I wanted to know the taste of your scent.
Not your name, the way you're biting your lower lip
Or when was the last time you brushed your shoulder of someone passing by.
I didn't want your eyes on me,
I merged with the environment in which I found you,
In the frozen air and in the move of your hands when you remove your hair from your cheeks.
I wanted to know the diameter of your pupils,
A reflection of your face in the water, intersected with lotus leaves.
You stopped between my steps and I remained transfixed,
Terrified by your proximity,
Your universe, thousands of light-years distant from mine,
Your dimension, painted in the colors of purple and rotting peaches.
Your breath, elusive unknown,
Rang out in a space in which I found myself trapped with you,
Bordered by my unspoken longing
And with the way the wind touched your eyelashes.
And you moved on, with my eyes
Imprinted in the depths of your body,
Leaving me and my desire to find out
What shade of blue do you dream
And how many wisps tangle around your fingers
When you pass them through your hair.
Just a desperate poem about a desperate man.
Oh God help me
I'm stressing again
The what ifs are getting to me
The confusion
The fear of losing them
Is getting intense
Stress
Tension
Pain
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to do
Ahhhhh
Lord help me
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