I am of love but, love i am terrified of.
That and other things i have fear of.
terrified of the idea of.
stress i suffer the damage of.
a good man they take advantage of.
I am who I'm most afraid of.
For evil is what i am made of,
because love is evil.
tainted by the most evil species on earth, people.
Love is the worst real life movie that needs no sequel.
Knowing that still i repeat love.
the worst thing you could speak of.

let me give you my life

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Chasing seeking with my eyes open reflections gained from past experience
Reaching now with trembling hands again afraid to offer trust
Shifting always northward shadows behind me cast by each new days dawn
Finding solitude and refuge in my thoughts and dreams I cast that to time REM periods of sleep
Forgotten crystal shot rainbow daydreams once thought so important to my life and me
Again I dare to reach forward outward with trembling hands grasping for the future who's days will calm my past
Again that fast flowing stream called life viewed with eyes burdened by past experience sorrow wells up to those who didn't last
Again chasing seeking those rattling ghosts casting them finally at last
Chasing seeking with eyes of steel created by my past
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Love is patient,
It willingly waits,
Accommodating the pace,
of others,
it is never in a haste.

Love is kind,
It provides support for the long haul,
even in the heaviest downpours.
It appreciates the efforts others make,
However small.

It does not envy, it does not boast.
It exudes humility wherever it goes.
Love is not proud,
"I" is never what it's about.
Love is not rude,
even when it's in a foul mood.

It is not self-seeking,
It does not fight for rights.
Love is not easily angered,
It does not stir up fights.

It keeps no records of wrongs.
Love is forgiving.
It is always protecting,
rather hurting itself than hurting another.

It is always trusting, hoping and persevering even
when the person repeatedly does the wrong thing.
Love never fails.

This is the love that I have.
The love bore to me in death.
When you died on that cross,
You paid the cost.

And now, I'm no longer lost.

Don't take a blade and cut yourself
its not worth the blood or the pain
In the end its just the scars left on your body
and the remainder of the idiot who caused you to do it

Crispy leaves winter brown
crackle neath her feet
she looks good out of town
her eyes are playing sweet!

A little haze morn at ten
the place is real peace
on my lips desires rain
wishing stealing kiss!

She knows it quickens feet
maybe she wants too
her eyes when my eyes meet
read the twinkling cue!

Just we two froths a brew
none to find and look
blushing lips’ crimson hue
knows only that nook!