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Limbotheclown Aug 2018
" The moment I felt you, time stood still.  Addicted to your love, hooked like a pill. In the morning I wake up and wait for my dose.  So far away, yet so close. I used to do a little, but a little wouldn't do it, till a little got more and more. I can't get enough of your love and now my heart is heavy and sore. I just wait for the day for when my mind is at rest and I can lay my head on your chest. The winds of change blow stronger still... But until that day, I'll swallow your pill"
Limbotheclown Jul 2018
" It is what it is, but it will be what you make it. Though your heart is no thief, its your mind that will take it.. "
Limbotheclown Jun 2018
"You're my Venus I'm your mars, hold my hand as we fly through the stars.. A million miles a second, getting there too fast, slow it down baby, gotta make it last. Stop on a moon, I ask you to dance.. Hold my heart, steal my love girl. Just take the chance. We are not from here, and this I know, two souls divided into one we grow. On our way to heaven driven by passion and bliss. Close my eyes and touch your face... Its all in your kiss. "
Limbotheclown Jun 2018
" I read her mind, just like an open book. I see every faded smile that this world ever took. I feel her heart and how its been broken. The words on her tongue, that were too much to be spoken. I see dreams and ideas that could only bring us joy. How quickly I'm reminded, that Love is not a toy... Its cold but its warm. It lingers on every breath. If it didn't taste so sweet, I'd swear I was close to death. Nothing compares to the way you make me feel. Cause when I look in your eyes I know that this is real"
Limbotheclown May 2018
"Happiness can only be a stones throw away", said an old man to his old dog one day.  The dog looked at his friend so skinny and weak.  He ran off in direction; "It is food I shall seek! " The old man sat by a fire, lonely for his friend. Yet surely was confident he would return by days end. The night got cold, the sky got dark, no sight of his dog. Not even a bark. On his last legs, with shortness of breath. The dog was now certain he was close to death. Turning around from where he came, the dogs head drooped with sadness and shame. For he knew in his head it was surely the end. He would never get back and find his friend. The roads seemed to twist like a labrynth from hell. The dogs legs gave out, on the dirt he fell. Conscious but torn, he rose from the ground. Something in his heart told him to follow the road down. A figure in the distance.. It kept up his pace and as he got closer his heart began to race. Now feet away he saw it was his friend... The old man by the fire with his back in a bend. The dog  looked up and slowly lowered his head. The man got on his knees and in his dogs ear he said; "For me to be happy is to have you with me.. I enjoy your silence and company. " The dog looked up with eyes full of tears, for he knew they would be together for the rest of their years..
Moral of the story: "Realize what you have and cherish it from the start. When you come to a road.. Follow your heart
Limbotheclown May 2018
" Think what you want, but want what you think. Your mind is the bartender and he's mixing your drink. Maybe a cocktail, Shaken not stirred? Its a drink called 20 years, you throw down with a blurr.. How about something stronger that hits with a punch? It will twist your mind and bring up your lunch. I usually order Love, which ls always a splendid treat. It makes me smile and I think all the while of how it tastes so sweet.Though many a nights I stroll  to my bar and ask for a cup of fear. I pull up a stool and hold out my glass, but only see a mirror. "
Limbotheclown May 2018
" Roll my eyes to the back of my head,  so I can watch my dreams. Although I've seen this movie, its not what it seems. The faces appear different, the colors are dull, the wind, it blows so cold. It was an adventure for the young, but now a story for the old. So I'll wait to watch the credits, looking for my name. I see it pass by, it catches my eye, but the spelling is not the same. Who's dream is it I'm   watching? Did my mind make a mistake? Or maybe its time that I realized... It was my dreams that were fake. "
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