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I tend to notice patterns in human behavior
Why must I read people like ******* novels
Each page turned magnifies their intentions
But what are their truest intentions?
Combine the anxious doubt with potential
and I've got myself a recipe for destruction
I like it better when I'm all alone
I think with honesty, their thoughts are unknown.
Weighed down with questions of self worth
I'm better off thinking only of my own intentions
But if that's the case I should be more cautious
Taking a sly chance can be detrimental
when your romance is self-sacrificial
and all your friends seem temporary
*The quest for permanence becomes scary
A kiss of pure intention
is one not frequently found
For the lips that meet yours
often bring your knees to the ground

I can't wait until the day when my doubts will float away
and I will be kissed by the most genuine of lips
Ugly, horrid souls use romantic moonlit strolls
as a gateway, leading to her willing hips

A kiss of pure intention
leaves me feeling breathless


A kiss of pure intention
has no need to mention
future possibility
for an equal probability
of walking you home in the moonlight
or staying until the covers are wrinkled just right
for you read the same book, are on the same page
Emotions run parallel, obviously engaged
We learn to read one another, to see what we'll find

*A kiss of pure intention leaves more than lust behind.
Inspired by a Freaks and Geeks romance & personal experiences.
You define 'pretentious'
by painting a vivid picture,
with not just your words,
but harsh brush strokes,
violently swinging back and forth,
parallel to the melodrama that is
your mood swings and your lack of self worth,
which forces your internal disputes outward at increasing speeds.
They won't like me.

I say, *You're too worried.
 Jun 2014 yasmine
Lily Deane
You handed me a forget-me-not
And i held it between my fingers
like a cigarette

I looked at you, wide eyes
As you turned your back;
hands in hair

The wind carried my cries;
My thoughts sailing the sea
As I emptied my brain to the shore

You had me addicted

I had been inhaling you
Letting you swirl through my lungs
Burning the back of my throat

You had settled in my body
Like thick, black tar
And there's no way to flush you out

How could i forget you?
this coincidently did partly come true after i wrote it
 Jun 2014 yasmine
Lily Deane
Is there a word for a moment in time where we feel absolute bliss?
It happens every so often – these rare nuggets of gold
We have to sift through dark, cloudy puddles to find them
And we stumble upon these rare treasures; they clink on the pan

We dangled our legs off the dock
Eating our sandwiches we picked up on the way;
talk lessened between each bite we took
But the wind was just right and the sun on it's way down
There was an even distribution of clouds amongst the sky

A stone landed in the water. Clink. Bliss.
I looked at you. Your curls pushed back, your eyes focused
on the other side of the bank
 Jun 2014 yasmine
Lily Deane
Daisy
 Jun 2014 yasmine
Lily Deane
"I like to keep dead flowers by my bed" she said
"as a reminder that all beautiful things come to an end"
And as she looked up at me with watery eyes
I understood, by that, what she meant
this is one of my shorter ones. i like the way you can interpret what 'she' means. i think it says something about you
 Jun 2014 yasmine
madison
darling,
you may have the urge
to harm yourself with that
little piece of metal
but please, put it down,

you feel worthless and scared,
unloved and imperfect.

but you arent,
trust me.

youre perfect to me.
so please, put that worthless piece
of metal down before its too late.
 Jun 2014 yasmine
ilina286
10w!
 Jun 2014 yasmine
ilina286
You make me feel things
I have never felt before
 Jun 2014 yasmine
ilina286
Sometimes razors are the only thing
That makes us calm
Maybe usually* instead of sometimes would be better.
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