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"barndance" poems
For long enough I stood there waiting The consequences for us dating But as you know I’d wait forever Your love is my whole life’s endeavor Do you remember when we met? A moment I cannot forget You drew me in with charm and sweetness Surely how one should impress I called you and we met at Cly’s All dressed in white from head to thighs And there you kissed me on my lips I touched you with my finger tips We walked back over to my dorm Took over Townsend like a storm Then I woke up, sun shone brightly I kissed and tickled you so lightly And saw that gorgeous smile gleam I wondered what it all could mean Maybe, that you were the one? Our journey had only just begun But then, from nowhere, stroke of fate I asked you, “Barndance, be my date?” You answered back, to my displeasure “Him and I, we’re back together” Crushed, disheartened, thoughts unclear Body shifting rage in gear We can only be good friends? I guess it’s where the story ends Except it can’t, my heart’s the same I’ll keep on playing your sick game Cause I will wait, I’ll wait for you ‘Til once again this dream comes true I’ll take your body close to mine Kiss you sweetly all the time Passions wild, senses numbed I’ll pray that morning never comes But when the sun should slowly rise I’ll gaze into your hazel eyes And if I stare for long enough? Your eyes will open, full of love.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
baronvaron
66 Library
For long enough I stood there waiting The consequences for us dating But as you know I’d wait forever Your love is my whole life’s endeavor Do you remember when we met? A moment I cannot forget You drew me in with charm and sweetness Surely how one should impress I called you and we met at Cly’s All dressed in white from head to thighs And there you kissed me on my lips I touched you with my finger tips We walked back over to my dorm Took over Townsend like a storm Then I woke up, sun shone brightly I kissed and tickled you so lightly And saw that gorgeous smile gleam I wondered what it all could mean Maybe, that you were the one? Our journey had only just begun But then, from nowhere, stroke of fate I asked you, “Barndance, be my date?” You answered back, to my displeasure “Him and I, we’re back together” Crushed, disheartened, thoughts unclear Body shifting rage in gear We can only be good friends? I guess it’s where the story ends Except it can’t, my heart’s the same I’ll keep on playing your sick game Cause I will wait, I’ll wait for you ‘Til once again this dream comes true I’ll take your body close to mine Kiss you sweetly all the time Passions wild, senses numbed I’ll pray that morning never comes But when the sun should slowly rise I’ll gaze into your hazel eyes And if I stare for long enough? Your eyes will open, full of love.
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Life rips the fabric holding time at bay and lets loose the frenzy. I say seize the moment and catch each day as if it were a butterfly and ask yourself the reason why life acts this way. If we are to live to be we die if we die to live we still die anyway. Once upon a threshold in a town so far away where the magi travelled to throughout each night and then one day arrived to find the stories were all true apart from colour television and Elvis as a stablehand, a blue sapphire, a *** of gold, some aftershave or so I'm told, gifts or bribes? Well, history admires the brave and merit is the King, so Jesus never had a chance which has a familiar kind of ring. I wrung the necks of several ***** in the aftershock when the dark sky brooded, deep was the mood until some jokes quite crude were circulated, the congregation as expected congregated down the ****** and was the crucified the loser? that was the question on people's lips, several tips on how he could if he had desired escaped the dire consequence and some said, three pound eighty pence for a pint was far too much. I pay, we all pay some pray, but time finds a way to break into every day and crucify everyone.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
Sunday at the barndance
Life rips the fabric holding time at bay and lets loose the frenzy. I say seize the moment and catch each day as if it were a butterfly and ask yourself the reason why life acts this way. If we are to live to be we die if we die to live we still die anyway. Once upon a threshold in a town so far away where the magi travelled to throughout each night and then one day arrived to find the stories were all true apart from colour television and Elvis as a stablehand, a blue sapphire, a *** of gold, some aftershave or so I'm told, gifts or bribes? Well, history admires the brave and merit is the King, so Jesus never had a chance which has a familiar kind of ring. I wrung the necks of several ***** in the aftershock when the dark sky brooded, deep was the mood until some jokes quite crude were circulated, the congregation as expected congregated down the ****** and was the crucified the loser? that was the question on people's lips, several tips on how he could if he had desired escaped the dire consequence and some said, three pound eighty pence for a pint was far too much. I pay, we all pay some pray, but time finds a way to break into every day and crucify everyone.
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