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#valentines-day
Oh, sacred Cupid Stick me with your arrow and bring me to my feet My knees have gotten so very weak and tired Turn my sobs to kisses then back to sobs once more And allow myself to forget my troubles even for a moment. Allow love to take its fingers and lock them into mine Only to break each and every finger just one more time Touch my skin and allow it to erode and decay Either finish me off entirely or take your love away I'd rather die than live another day
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
saint valentine
*>¡< like a cygnet i await the lilly strewn liquid of your love where i can lap my feet luxuriously in your idyll >¡< like a patch of soil i await your root and seed harrowed by your hands turned under by your undulating plows >¡< like an old shoe i wait to cradle your heel in comfort, and give you the freedom to point a toe >¡< like these things i am not comely but like a caterpillar i await your cocoon of carelessly crumpled sheets to preform my metamorphosis into the beautiful Blue Mountain Swallowtail you always knew i could be* SoulSurvivor (C) 2/6/2016
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
metamorphosis
1, you were already 16, 2, but I was finally turning 15, 3, you knew I didn't celebrate my birthday, 4, but you never ask why. 5, I had a birthday that coexisted around the time, of valentines. 6, We we're unable to see each other the week on valentines, but the week after on my birthday we could. 7, you faced timed me, all week, while working on my gift, but never showed me your hands, so I never saw the present. 8. finally it was my horrible birthday, a day full of crying at home, but finally I was here at your house to hand you, my pay check, because I really wanted you to get your permit. I knew how much you wanted it. so I had 60$ for you. 9. you came out, saw me and picked me up and kissed me, hugged me like a distant relative who was way to friendly would, and like them, we both acted in not wanting to let go, 10. We went inside your house, and sat on your tiny brown couch, and your mom was so happy to take pictures, and I gave you my gift, 11. you opened it, and you almost cried, and I did see the tear in the corner of your eye, then you left like the sun leaves the day to fetch mine, 12. your mom got to talk to me, and was so very happy, she even made me a cake, like one you would of seen at a wedding, I couldn't of said thanks enough. 13. you came back, and you gave me a tiny little box, and a note, 14. you opened the box first, and told me to read the note while he put my gift on me, 15. my note said, "baby you are my valentine, and violets and roses combined, will never be a more beautiful design. Speaking of designing, I made you this necklace and its shining, just like your eyes, but I cant rhyme, so I hope you know this was more then for, being my valentine one special day of the year, its for everyday, even your birthday, so enjoy it more. love, the necklace maker" and everytime, I wore it, I was happy, because I thought of him, 15
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
the only gift I ever got was a necklace (Talk About It#5)
1, you were already 16, 2, but I was finally turning 15, 3, you knew I didn't celebrate my birthday, 4, but you never ask why. 5, I had a birthday that coexisted around the time, of valentines. 6, We we're unable to see each other the week on valentines, but the week after on my birthday we could. 7, you faced timed me, all week, while working on my gift, but never showed me your hands, so I never saw the present. 8. finally it was my horrible birthday, a day full of crying at home, but finally I was here at your house to hand you, my pay check, because I really wanted you to get your permit. I knew how much you wanted it. so I had 60$ for you. 9. you came out, saw me and picked me up and kissed me, hugged me like a distant relative who was way to friendly would, and like them, we both acted in not wanting to let go, 10. We went inside your house, and sat on your tiny brown couch, and your mom was so happy to take pictures, and I gave you my gift, 11. you opened it, and you almost cried, and I did see the tear in the corner of your eye, then you left like the sun leaves the day to fetch mine, 12. your mom got to talk to me, and was so very happy, she even made me a cake, like one you would of seen at a wedding, I couldn't of said thanks enough. 13. you came back, and you gave me a tiny little box, and a note, 14. you opened the box first, and told me to read the note while he put my gift on me, 15. my note said, "baby you are my valentine, and violets and roses combined, will never be a more beautiful design. Speaking of designing, I made you this necklace and its shining, just like your eyes, but I cant rhyme, so I hope you know this was more then for, being my valentine one special day of the year, its for everyday, even your birthday, so enjoy it more. love, the necklace maker" and everytime, I wore it, I was happy, because I thought of him, 15
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I turned 47 But I still feel the same But look a lot different From when I was 25 A valentine birthday meant more to celebrate You would think? But I realized others share this day As something special too So it wasn't my day only But everyone else's Too!!
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
My Birthday But Your Day As Well
My new favorite letter is M Because it's your letter I'll add in A, Maybe even J because those are yours too I love them                                    Why?                                                   They remind me of you I love you Always.
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
My New Favorite Letters
Ok. So it's Valentines day. I'm alone, but I'm in love again. The chemicals in my brain are firing pleasure sensors or whatever that science **** says. It bothers me that I live a lie no matter what truth I embrace but whatever I'm in love with his smile his laugh how he and I know exactly what each other is thinking telepathy is our ESP. If he knew was me he would know it was him still is him by the way I'm in love with his poetry his voice Every new thing I learn Is a starburst in my heart I know I look like a stalker the way I follow him but seeing him is my sanity I have to believe he will love me one day if I want to live another day
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
In Love (Big Surprise, Right?)