#outlander - Hello Poetry

You are a wanted man, but no one wants you as much as me wreck this ship at sea and I will jump into the ocean blue as your eyes, just to be by your side Oh you are my greatest love of all time A thousand kisses A thousand more, my talisman. Darling I adore your touch trace my body with your hands, incase I never love again, bury me in your crimes Oh you are my greatest love of all time 200 years and 20 more if history repeats itself I will meet you there again And I will save your life over and over And you will save mine You are my greatest love of all time

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC

BrookeSPoems

Of All Time

You are a wanted man, but no one wants you as much as me wreck this ship at sea and I will jump into the ocean blue as your eyes, just to be by your side Oh you are my greatest love of all time A thousand kisses A thousand more, my talisman. Darling I adore your touch trace my body with your hands, incase I never love again, bury me in your crimes Oh you are my greatest love of all time 200 years and 20 more if history repeats itself I will meet you there again And I will save your life over and over And you will save mine You are my greatest love of all time

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Hello Jamie, it’s Claire My Frank is in the driver’s seat next to me on the I-17 Trying to meet my efforts to take care of all the burdens I’ve packed in my knapsack Wearing the corset meant for me But I bear the sword at my side Is it a sin to miss you? Is it a sin to want to reach out, Get into your good graces again? He calls my emotions “Deep acid oceans” The ones you were never afraid to swim in The waves look deadly, but the water’s warm It takes a brave laird to dive in I know you still think of me. I know it I have to believe it to get through the day, sometimes But if you meant anything to me, anything at all, Why did I say goodbye? But if you meant nothing to me, nothing at all, Why are you still on my mind?

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Sep 27, 2019

Sep 27, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC

bumblebee

Deep acid oceans

Hello Jamie, it’s Claire My Frank is in the driver’s seat next to me on the I-17 Trying to meet my efforts to take care of all the burdens I’ve packed in my knapsack Wearing the corset meant for me But I bear the sword at my side Is it a sin to miss you? Is it a sin to want to reach out, Get into your good graces again? He calls my emotions “Deep acid oceans” The ones you were never afraid to swim in The waves look deadly, but the water’s warm It takes a brave laird to dive in I know you still think of me. I know it I have to believe it to get through the day, sometimes But if you meant anything to me, anything at all, Why did I say goodbye? But if you meant nothing to me, nothing at all, Why are you still on my mind?

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Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Mull was astern, *** on the port, Eigg on the starboard bow; Glory of youth glowed in his soul; Where is that glory now? Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Give me again all that was there, Give me the sun that shone! Give me the eyes, give me the soul, Give me the lad that's gone! Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone.

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC

freefirefly

Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Mull was astern, *** on the port, Eigg on the starboard bow; Glory of youth glowed in his soul; Where is that glory now? Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Give me again all that was there, Give me the sun that shone! Give me the eyes, give me the soul, Give me the lad that's gone! Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone.

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