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 Oct 21 Drab
Fuzz Butthead
Get back
You need a tic tac
Every time your lips flap, I’m convinced that I sniff ***
Bet you spit plaque
 Oct 21 Drab
AWURAA
God: You call that Love? I call that
         infatuation.

Man: You call that love?

God: I call that raising a nation.
 Oct 20 Drab
Infamous one
X23:
 Oct 20 Drab
Infamous one
Being a writer is an adventure
Sometimes you want to change the ending
There's no going back to that moment
Mind blocked not happy with the outcome
Did everything right now it's wrong
Gave your all got nothing in return
From leading the pack to bunched in
What if things went this way
Or turned out right for once
Thinking what could've been said
Even if you could rewrite the story
Not going to change the outcome
Things happened accordingly
 Oct 20 Drab
BipolarBear
It is both comforting and terrifying.
I've never felt anything like it at all.

I know not if it is love,
but now one thing is for sure;
I sure as hell have never
loved another boy before.

No human language can ever explain.
I can never judge any two lovers again.
 Oct 20 Drab
BipolarBear
Dork
 Oct 20 Drab
BipolarBear
You are a dork
my love.
An unfortunate diagnosis.

For now
I am in love.
That dorkiness, my prognosis.
My muse is a dork
 Oct 20 Drab
BipolarBear
Never at all  
did I understand love songs before.

To 'do anything' for a smile,
simply couldn't be true.
Until you grinned,
and I looked at you.

Never at all  
did I understand marriage before.

To give up oneself,
your ambitions and goals.
Do it all for your family
and unite your souls.

It perplexed me how
they knew it would work.
Until one look at you.
Then my love, I learnt.
#love #romance #trust #fallen #marriage #lovesongs #smile #family
 Oct 20 Drab
BipolarBear
Every artist needs a muse.
For emotion
can neither be created nor destroyed.

It must be felt and expressed.
Each piece of art,
a replication
spurred by deep appreciation.

You my love,
could birth a city
of singers and musicians;
ballerinas and bakers;
painters, poets and pastry chefs.
 Oct 20 Drab
BipolarBear
So maybe he does hate music,
but he loves it when I sing.

Maybe people can't change people,
but maybe love can always win.
We are so different and yet I wouldn't change a thing about him.
Tolerable?
barely
rarely have I been in
this situation
or maybe
yes
in a dream,
but never for real.

Like most things that life brings
it remains a private affair,
but knowing what is out there
makes it more tolerable,
probably.
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