I think about you a lot. You’re always on my mind. It’s honestly troubling sometimes, how much you cross through my mind.
Never checking both ways, left, right, left. Never considering how I would feel. You don't tread lightly when exploring my undiscovered corners and thoughts.
But that’s okay, I love you too much to blame you. It’s unhealthy, maybe, maybe not, I know that I want you. I need you.
but I don't love you.
Please just kiss me one time, I’ve been dying to know you.
Just kiss me once more, I've been dying to know if this is real life.
A whirlwind of thoughts sweeps through, taking houses and trees right out the ground Crashing, flashing, with a bang and a spark, it’s like magic The flood of your eyes has fully taken over And you’re the only thing on my mind.
It's coming up to holiday season love to watch aircraft flying overhead seeing them leave their vapour trails I watch the early morning and late afternoon either they are going to their holiday destinations In the mornings Then the ones I see In late afternoon probably returning from holiday try to Imagine where they've been or to where they're going I look up their miles Into the sky think the people on the planes looking out of the windows down to the Earth below everything looking like ants Sometimes When there's fog visibility so bad the planes fly so low In search of the airport you could reach out and touch them Never had a desire to fly In modern planes but given the opportunity to fly a world war two plane I give my right arm that's what you call flying sometime we have fly over Spitfire's Lancaster bomber now they were what you call planes the unique sound of that Merlin Engine unmistakeable beautiful to see them In flight amazing
Never had desire to fly In modern planes but give World War Two planes now that what you call flying
*** to me Is not a good word It means getting what you want regardless of your partner needs But making love now that's two words but words that says It all making love means shared tending your partner needs what pleasures them regardless of your own needs you first please your partner then you reap your rewards because then you both have your pleasures together just as should be so to me making love Is the perfect two words to describe what Is truly beautiful
Two words rather than one making love as posed to *** meaning getting what one wants making love shared caring about each other pleasures no selfishness
Two people, standing side by side The first is depressive The second, obsessive The first person feels unwanted, like they mean nothing The other has no reason to care As they are obsessed However, they are not obsessed with the first person
The first person has been fighting their demons for the longest time However, the second person had their own But, their demons disguised their dangerous intentions with pleasure As it feels good to be in love
The second person still hung out with the first However, they were slowly drifting apart The first person slowly gave into their depression The second was still too delusional to realize their friend's agony The first was falling apart While the object of the second's obsession, was pulling the second together
It is quite tragic The first finally let go A dark red covering the room around them The second couldn't feel anything They were covered in red as well
The first was finally free The second was no longer tied to their obsessions And the first's demons fled the scene
Now the first was so happy Everything was through The first started to cry tears so true She wanted to be next to the second She was in such a high That she was now red too
The two slept together Forever and forever Tied to their obsessions And the depression It was a surprise that the first could pull of such an endeavor
Time moved so slow Neither could feel it But soon came flashing lights And loud sirens The demons have came back for them
A little girl has two apples in her hands. "Can I have one, sweetie?" her mother asked. The girl looked at the two apples in her hands and took a bite out of both of them. The mother tried to hide her disappointment of what her daughter had just done. The little girl looks up at her mother and hands her one of the apples.
"Here mommy," she says, "This one is sweeter."
Sometimes things are not the way they look. Don't judge by what you see just on the outside.
her friend had vanished with him. leaving us alone on the couch. cautiously I turned to the blue haired girl. leaning her head back towards me, I wondered what was on her mind. asking and in her response she smiled. "I'm not looking for love or anything, just something to write about". so stupidly I kissed her. and she broke my nose
This poem is about being used by people who couldn't be honest. A story had floated around my school and people hadn't bothered to ask for her side of the story. Unfortunately she hadn't responded the way she had hoped and ended up losing a part of her
There are two rings on my finger where once there was only one for I wear my sweetheart ring and I ware It with my own It's never taken off It will be on my finger until the day I die There are two rings on my finger where once there was only one, to show the world I still love her and even though she gone my love for her just as strong as It was when first laid eyes on her There two rings on my finger where once there was only one, for the appreciation of love she gave to me and for the twenty years we spent as man and wife and our beautiful son she gifted me There two rings on my finger where once there was only one and that's where they shall remain for there will never be another Helen for she was truly special Irreplaceable one of a kind who never will be forgotten
Two rings on my finger Helen's and mine for there will never be another she was truly one of a kind