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Klokken er lidt i fire
Jeg er lysvågen
Måske er det fuglenes sang som holder mig oppe
Eller måske er det den store måne som lyser lige foran mit vindue
Nogle gange går den væk og så savner jeg den
Åh hvor jeg ville ønske at jeg kunne sove
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
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while hugging, our bodies release oxytocin hormones into our system

eating chocolate gives off the same hormones
as being with your loved one

...guess that's why I'm rocking back & forth
on grandma's squeaky chair
with all chocolate money could buy
a precaution for the lonely hours of 2am
when the chocolate is well out
& still...quivering & craving
your feminine touch
your sweet lullaby voice
& your ability to numb my heart from the pain
right after you abuse it with love

chocolate makes my heart weep,
But Baby,
You make it roar
louder than a lion that just won war

a blink without your love quivers my soul
Don't you see, you're the drug
that makes me whole
you make ****** seem like ordinary water when compared to you

my druggie,

-Your ******
Based on a true love reality...not story.
I love my shoes, but they aren't mine
They make me feel taller
Borrowed them from the five and dime
Love the hoot and holler
I love my shoes, the men will stare
Walking without the slightest care
I love my shoes
I love my shoes
Awkward glances, I won't compare

I love those shoes, be my angel
On your beautiful feet
You're the one I must entangle
Your shoes turn up the heat
Dancing with you, just feels so right
I can get lost in them this night
Dancing with you
Dancing with you
Come on baby hold me just right

I love my shoes I must confess
They're much too high for me
Might just get myself in a mess
As I fall to my knee
Stilletto heels, they hurt my feet
Each spike connecting with the street
Stilletto heels
Stilletto heels
Will I ever stay on my feet
Oh love story,
I ponder thy purgatory of waiting's
Sitting whilst navigating
For the one I do await!!

I sit at her gate,
Pounding her oak colored door
MI AMOUR'
MI AMOUR'

Tis, I scream in fairytale voice!!!

Come out amour'
Open thy door
As I'm a puppy to thy cause!!!

This chalice for thou throbs!!

*******'s dirtiest waiting!!

Patience is a virtue some may say
Tis,
Yet I'm not waiting for patience oh friend!
I wait for mine mi amour'

I'll say again
Amour'
Mi amour'

She comes
She goes
Like me she sits back
Waiting on a ghost

When the apparitions Right in front of her

Tis,
Its me
Tis,
Its me!!
Daisies, tulips, petunias,
orchids, and roses.

The flowers all speak to me.

I perk up my ears
to better hear them
when they whisper
in hushed undertones:

"she loves you not."
We are all dying.

You are no special case.
© Danny Mak 2015
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