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I am still the same person under the breakdowns, makeups and everything in between.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
I = I
You say to cherish the moments we have together Even when they are clearly imagination A portrait of what we should be But not of what we are We are a love crushed and thrown into the wind To be spread apart and around with water and sand You say that I should be happy to be spending another night next to you My first inclination is to agree; however, why should I? A temporary sleep is nothing to the daily shifts of work called life Sleeping next to a beauty means nothing to me If she flees from the nest once dawn arrives A pretend game, show and tell, truth or dare These are the premises of our current affair You told me you loved me back more than three years ago That was the day that gave birth to my definition of love Which, since then, had been the 5'3", hard headed, easily frightened, highly motivated, shapely bodied, truthful and faithful (mostly), never lazy, mostly hastily, moving rapidly, lovely catastrophe, and black beauty, which you have always embodied This is still my definition, but now I'm wondering if the thesaurus has any synonyms to offer me As much as it's it's hard for me to turn a page ending the word play that has influenced my life since I was sixteen As a twenty year old man, I must say, it's hard to keep a steady hand off the page Moreover, Investigations into your movements are made by me daily Yet never to avail, these fruits are not stationed for the picking Even if they were, they would be a sturdy shell for a rotten core For that is where the heart collapses Your heart, and it's love for me Not without reason, and not completely forgotten, as you ask me if I'd like some pizza However the delivery man, never delivered anything to me that I couldn't have obtained by myself Way back when I looked to you to deliver me from myself Knowing that is a fools desire and an even bigger fools conquest We are lost in usefulness but high in meaning like Latin Maybe some great magician will appear and grant us a perfect match and happy separation But I doubt it, just as I doubt the curled lips of your smile, as you ask me about my day.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
You:Me
You say to cherish the moments we have together Even when they are clearly imagination A portrait of what we should be But not of what we are We are a love crushed and thrown into the wind To be spread apart and around with water and sand You say that I should be happy to be spending another night next to you My first inclination is to agree; however, why should I? A temporary sleep is nothing to the daily shifts of work called life Sleeping next to a beauty means nothing to me If she flees from the nest once dawn arrives A pretend game, show and tell, truth or dare These are the premises of our current affair You told me you loved me back more than three years ago That was the day that gave birth to my definition of love Which, since then, had been the 5'3", hard headed, easily frightened, highly motivated, shapely bodied, truthful and faithful (mostly), never lazy, mostly hastily, moving rapidly, lovely catastrophe, and black beauty, which you have always embodied This is still my definition, but now I'm wondering if the thesaurus has any synonyms to offer me As much as it's it's hard for me to turn a page ending the word play that has influenced my life since I was sixteen As a twenty year old man, I must say, it's hard to keep a steady hand off the page Moreover, Investigations into your movements are made by me daily Yet never to avail, these fruits are not stationed for the picking Even if they were, they would be a sturdy shell for a rotten core For that is where the heart collapses Your heart, and it's love for me Not without reason, and not completely forgotten, as you ask me if I'd like some pizza However the delivery man, never delivered anything to me that I couldn't have obtained by myself Way back when I looked to you to deliver me from myself Knowing that is a fools desire and an even bigger fools conquest We are lost in usefulness but high in meaning like Latin Maybe some great magician will appear and grant us a perfect match and happy separation But I doubt it, just as I doubt the curled lips of your smile, as you ask me about my day.
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