you might break off and run away,

but the sick stalker **** has the luck,

to find every bad thing that will cause life to ****,

you can run but never hide,

that drama **** has nothing but luck on their side!

Folder: DEDICATIONS With Love or Otherwise.

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its time.

you have twisted my thoughts enough.

you beg me to write about you,

you swarm my home with words from every direction

desperate admiration

unattractive attentions ironically invite compassionate beauty

such a skiddish mind argues in loop holes to stay safe

you have begged with every thought worthy or unworthy

you have given your all,

now you ask for my sumation of the cracks and all,

glimpses of your dark winding whirlwind of sweet scrawling squalls,

like golden leaves flickering in the sun,

a glimmer of shimmer in a twisting dark mess

I have seen them.

yet, I will not describe them beyond this,

for I fear you may be dissapointed by my standards of beauty.

I have many versions and you have sat ever so lightly on all but some.

I send a kiss to float down upon your troubled brow,

you have succeeded in inspiring me,

with your twister of twisted verse,

and i have found some deep beauty where others find perverse

hugss.

what do I do?

I try to go forward but only bump into you

I cling to the hope that those love strings are broken

and I trip up on those knots you tied with love left unspoken



the heart wants what the heart wants

from this there is no disguise

you read my eyes like paragraphs,

my weary smile hides the sweetest lies

my tears hold untold chapters in my silent cries





so I ask again what else is there but to go on

waiting for an infinite love to die in my soul

every distraction void  I live for every hopeless sign.

what the **** else is there,

but to make a heart once whole

learn to live half a beat at a time?

Don't let anyone shake the dream stars from your eyes.

For every one that falls a dream dies.

Let the stars shine on,

keep that twinkle in your eyes and each day

remember to reach for the skies!

I havent thought of you all day.

till this second.

I had a lovely time,

the wet pleasant weather sending cool breezxes and light rain

relaxing in bed.

warm body snuggled up tight next to me

everything so beautifully perfect...

till this second.

pull my heart strings
scratch your name in my skin,
write your contract in blood.

hold my soul hostage,
lay down your demands;
crush my spirit in your hands.

rip apart my sanity,
write your inscriptions of pain;
etching your savage ways.

destroy my hopes,
your precogziance dictates;
stomp and scrape your lies into me.

defile my innocence,
your morose curiosties reep;
****** and stab your morbid *******.

maniacal manipulations claim yet another victim,
but in your clenched hands
none ever so willing,
to die in your hold

to feel something other than ice cold.