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Timothy Stout Mar 2015
You
I love you
When I say this, I mean eveything about you
I wouldn't pick or choose
"Oh I like this better,
I could do without this"
How selfish
How greedy
How hateful

And when you sit there in silence
I sit there too
Thinking of you
Thinking of your eyes
Thinking of your smile
Thinking of your laugh
(These are rare, so I enjoy them when they come)

In the good and in the bad
Easier said than done
Oh trust me,
It's hard
It's painful
It even sometimes drives me to tears
But the good makes the bad worth it
Your depression
Your anxiety
Your worries
Your pain
I will stay through them
I will not abandon you

So I lie here, pondering:
Do you feel the same spark,
That same rushing sensation
That I get when we meet?
I can only hope so
Because I love you
And I hope that time stops
*before that love ceases.
Timothy Stout Mar 2015
When nothing can be said;
when nothing can be done,
it's better just to shut up and hold her because that might be
*exactly what she needs.
I really hate not knowing what to say
  Jan 2015 Timothy Stout
David Ehrgott
Wife beatings
Child beatings
No peek receivers
***** weighing

BYE!
Timothy Stout Jan 2015
Happiness is key
It's not purchased at a fee
What makes you happy-- I dare ask
Is it the way the water shimmers like glass
Or the sunrise on a summer morning
Or in what others find boring

Is it in the writings of love
Or in the purest dove
Or in a hard days work
Or in the food on a fork
Or the touch of your lover's hand
Or in the symphony of your favourite band

Is it the way she looks in the pale moonlight
Or in the way for her you'd fight
Or in the way she looks into your eyes
Or with her, time flies
Or the way you feel with her
Or in the way you dread days without her

Words of the wise say, "don't put your happiness in a person
Because they will just fail you when it's all said and done"
But in a way, I cannot help but do this
Because there's something about that feeling when she gives me
*Her kiss.
wrote this as an anaphora in my writing class. If you don't know what this is, it is simply the art of repetition. Turned out better that I thought it would :)
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