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"biship" poems
Login Log out Log in again I log into her profile And never log out its nights like these I wish we never met That we wouldn't have made plans That I wouldn't have fooled myself into thinking our future was set The mind might forgive but the heart finds it hard to forget Prolonged hope Minor problems magnified through a mental microscope Spiritual sessions on Sunday with Jewish rabbis Wrote a broken note to the biship who passed it on to the Pope If I can find a new spiritual dealer then maybe I can break away from these mad ties Holding ur hand in China,rainbows at our feet fire flies illuminating the black skies You were the provider of all my high The believer of all my lies N I could never quite stay away from all these thighs I guess you leaving me never did come as a surprise Cloud cover,I had to forget about sunny skies Blue lake of tears Let it all dry up and call it Salt Lake City Meet a nice girl in a summer dress give her a rose n tell her she looks pretty But cheat once she might show mercy do it again and she will show no pity Advice to your current coz if he aint care full he be floating on this boat with me Learning from his mistakes,hiding his face everytime he sees me I can't keep living like this Life is short, I need to live it in bliss You with a smile only a dead man can miss Holding on in the hopes of one last kiss I need a new addiction,cause stalking you is keeping me from the life that I am missing Can't let positivity escape my doubt.. No short cuts to happiness gotta take the longer route I've invested too much I've had enough I'm Login out But for how long A ***** addiction that is so strong A longing for love that is so wrong things to tell at my next therapy session My reoccuring obsession .
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
living-whiskey
Reoccuring Obsession
Login Log out Log in again I log into her profile And never log out its nights like these I wish we never met That we wouldn't have made plans That I wouldn't have fooled myself into thinking our future was set The mind might forgive but the heart finds it hard to forget Prolonged hope Minor problems magnified through a mental microscope Spiritual sessions on Sunday with Jewish rabbis Wrote a broken note to the biship who passed it on to the Pope If I can find a new spiritual dealer then maybe I can break away from these mad ties Holding ur hand in China,rainbows at our feet fire flies illuminating the black skies You were the provider of all my high The believer of all my lies N I could never quite stay away from all these thighs I guess you leaving me never did come as a surprise Cloud cover,I had to forget about sunny skies Blue lake of tears Let it all dry up and call it Salt Lake City Meet a nice girl in a summer dress give her a rose n tell her she looks pretty But cheat once she might show mercy do it again and she will show no pity Advice to your current coz if he aint care full he be floating on this boat with me Learning from his mistakes,hiding his face everytime he sees me I can't keep living like this Life is short, I need to live it in bliss You with a smile only a dead man can miss Holding on in the hopes of one last kiss I need a new addiction,cause stalking you is keeping me from the life that I am missing Can't let positivity escape my doubt.. No short cuts to happiness gotta take the longer route I've invested too much I've had enough I'm Login out But for how long A ***** addiction that is so strong A longing for love that is so wrong things to tell at my next therapy session My reoccuring obsession .
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Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. They whisper, and then a silence; Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O’er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Biship of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever, and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away!
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children’s Hour
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. They whisper, and then a silence; Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O’er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Biship of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever, and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away!
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