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With the prettiest girl in the city
I wish that i knew her
I wish i wasn't so shy
I wish i was a bit more fly
I wish that i could tell her,
How i really feel inside
That I'm the perfect guy for her
But then maybe that's a lie
She likes a certain type of guy
And it's crystal clear I'm not that guy.
Sometimes we do not get the exact package of what we wanted, instead we get the broken piece of our many wishes, Love is blind and to get loved you need a foresight of what you seek for and have ever prayed for, love is a two way thing and it should be reciprocated, we all deserve to be loved.
I have never wanted forever with anyone before,
I’ve wanted a life time,
I’ve wanted another day,
I’ve wanted another minute,
But never will I want an eternity with someone who doesn’t want an eternity with me.
Arden Sep 23
It is true that not all who wander are lost
But it is also true that
Not all who are lost want to be found

Or maybe I’m I just don’t think I deserve to be found
I feel to lost to be found
I am too far away from who you think I am
That if you knew
I would be a stranger to you
The cold winter breeze
Makes me feel at ease
Unexpectedly you came
Cloud nine turn into a hurricane

You carelessly hold my hand
And pulled me out of the cold
I do not know what to do
You pulled me close to you

I was frozen, off guard
I could feel the warmth
Of your strong arms around me
Unusual but comfortable

Slowly, you let go of me
I was scared and fragile
I do not understand
Your warmth turn into a cold storm

Maybe it's just an illusion
And I'm just being delusional
The warmth in my chest
Become a frozen stone

If you ever comeback
In my cold, fragile arms
No hesitation, I'll hug you tight
And I'll pull you in my frozen arms
Longing for the warm hug of her cold body
I often wonder what you'd think
If you ever really saw me
And I often think
You'd be disappointed
she wanted my soul


so I cut off a finger,
noting that this little pinky
came from the hand,
who, who went to the market
to buy you a love poem
all your own, because
it was from the same  hand
who wrote:

who, can cut a soul in half,
no one!
so one will still ask you,
who, who will love you
in whole poems,
that are past and future tensed
composite composted,
from words overly overused,
but still foolishly brand new
when referencing you,
so you can believe with fool-thinking
this is your sole composition

she wanted my heart,
applauded her determination,
gave her one eye to see instead better,
so the visions she essays,
to write, like when I sit down to write
of women I’ve loved but!

they do not come from my heart,
but from inside insight from parts,
blind to everything
but raucous untamable invisible desire

she asked me for all the world’s wisdom,
while standing on one legging,
simply said, here I am,
telling you to love me the way you wanted
to be loved in return

so with one eye and one leg,
you will observe, two is not more
than the sum of the parts of one love,
as I count to ten on my nine fingers
fingers that wrote of love not enough,
no matter how many he gave up

she wanted my brainiac left hemisphere,
said, sure,
the left side of me is where the baby poems
are created, and then angel-released when ready,
when needed, now that I
see you’re needy for pieces,
but still mistaken that pieces can be reconstructed into
a whole with spit and spirit and an overarching imagination -
no!

the whole comes from only a holy place extracted
from the hole-in-one that is my entirety

give me then your utter essence,
the place of you
I, only I know exists, must exist,
but cannot touch to see
where you keep it hidden
from all the women who love you,
better than you even love yourself

if you want that, then collect it,
for it exists and lives on
in every woman that asked for nothing,
but was rewarded with more
than a thousand poems,
stored in stars, for her,
to be creamed and cleansed,
when she plucked them
from the night in the galaxy where exist
love poems, only
to she-one shone-shine
Johnny walker Jul 13
All my childhood dreams and wishes destroyed by my mother's abuse sometimes wish that go back In time to try and  gain my mothers love something that I longed
for
All my friend had mothers who loved them I being  the odd one out  why mother beat me I guess I'll never know but before she passed away the one she said
was
I didn't deserve to be treated the way I was an admission of guilt on her part but even her admission could not give what I'd longed for my mother
love
Marissa Jul 8
Let's play a game;
You tell me you love me,
And I believe you.

Let's play a game;
I fall deep,
And you let me.

Let's play a game;
I hope you feel the same,
And you let my hope bloom.

Let's play a game;
It's very dangerous,
And everyone gets hurt eventually.

Let's play a game,
Even if it's not the one you tend to play.

Let's play a game,
That one likes to lose.

Let's play a game,
That only takes two.

Let's play this very beautiful dangerous game.
Johnny walker Jun 30
I remember weeks before Helen passed on looking back now I felt that Helen was aware and knew that her days were numbered closing
fast
That she wanted to make the most of her time left
through illness, Helen and I had not had Intimacy In a long time but all of a sudden It was
rekindled
She was sat her chair and I look at her It was really hot day she was wearing very little and she looked beautiful but because of being her 24/7
carer
I was lost In that side and therefore had forgotten just how lovely she was Helen was turning me on something wicked she started to tease
something
Helen was really good at I couldn't take my eyes of her she said what you looking and then she began to tease more so I said If you stop
teasing
I'm coming over there to sort you out Helen said come on then what you waiting for I did and we had a magical
time
but through illnesses I had forgotten that side of our marriage forgotten how to love her partly through quilt
I felt so
honoured when said you can make love me once a week she was so ill but  had forgiven me
for being totally wrapped up In the caring
side
We made love a few more time over the coming weeks then It was over Helen passed away but I know Helen aware  she was dying and wanted make the most of her time left
Why do you want me to want you when you dont want me too?
Why do you need me when you dont want me to need you too?
Why do you make me love you when you know you'll never love me too?
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