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And eventually I will forget the nights in your car
The way we fogged up the glass
Breathing but not
The way I was afraid to step outside the door
Because the dirt might tell the tale
But your eyes do tell the story
The cliche of piercing blue
Knowing too much of me
And I, not enough of you
Your freckles
I traced the outline
And the curls of your hair that you wear so sharply these days
We hardly make eye contact
Because poetry is the best medicine. (:
 Jan 2012 TinaMarie
Mini
I may not know
What Love is,
still I feel His fragrance
spread all over the air I breathe.

I may not know
What Feelings are,
still I know someone somewhere
feels I am special to him.

I may not know
How one falls in love,
but I know by falling in love
one can be sure they'll never stumble.

I may not know
How one find their love,
But I know I will recognize
My Man at the very first sight.

I mat not know
When that moment will come,
But I know it will be the most special
moment of my life.

I may not know
What he will say to me,
But i know he will whisper the
sweetest melody my ears will ever hear.

I may not know
How I can love Him the most
But I know I love Him now and
will keep loving him forever without expectations.

I may not know
How one crosses all restraints when in love,
All I know is that I am living
with HIS LOVE IN MY HEART..
AND WAITING FOR HIM TO COME....
 Jan 2012 TinaMarie
joel juanes
My deepest fear is ....
not that I'm inadequate To loving you
It's  falling for you 
It's dealing with something so powerful 
That I can't control 
Can't contain or hold, Bend or fold 
something greater than you and me 
Something I can't see but I can feel With in me
It's scary falling not knowing 
Where you might end
Where this might lead 
Whether its real or fake
What I might have to give or take
It's being happy beyond imagine
Beyond comprehension 
It's being loved beyond measure 
It's having this to treasure
My deepest fear is .....
US .....
 Jan 2012 TinaMarie
Paige Hatcher
I see your face
In every dream,
In waking hours too.
I see your face,
Then hear your voice,
But know it isn't true.
I miss your eyes,
That sweet disguise
That drew me in so close.
I miss those eyes
That caused my tears
And made me fall the most.
I see your face
Behind my eyes
And then I feel ashamed.
I see your face
And tears flow down
Behind my mask; the pain.

Do you see my face
In every dream?
In waking hours, too?
Do you see my face,
Then hear my voice
And know I dream of you?
 Jan 2012 TinaMarie
Jill Miller
Its night like these I realize its true.
I really messed up with that bottle of *****.
Called you my boyfriend,
stumbled home to your room.
Ended up alone,
just us two.

Clothes thrown to the floor in a torrent of whim.
Suddenly I was on top of him.
I changed my mind.
Said I needed to go.
That wasn't an option.
He wouldn't take no.

Barely able to stand on my own.
Fighting was pointless.
He was so strong.
So I closed my eyes.
I didn't want to see.
That disgusting monster enjoying me.

Now my A's have turned to ****.
I've given up.
Completely quit.
Stopped going out.
Stopped having fun.
Isolated myself from everyone.

I lie and say it was good ***.
Laugh it off with all my friends.
All a big game of pretend.
That lie:
"I'm fine.
I'm over it."

Now every time I meet a guy
you are the first thing on my mind.
You ruined me.
You live your life.
You walk around
head held so high.

And the people respect you.
Honorable army guy.
But they have no clue of the demon you hide!

If I had the chance to **** you
I would try.
But for now I'll say thank you for the wonderful time.

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