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  May 2016 Zed Rapadas
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I hope every cigarette you place between your lips knows how lucky it is to be there,
I hope every bottle you grab a hold of falls in love with the warmth of your finger tips; I know I did.
  Jul 2014 Zed Rapadas
LoveIsReal
You're sad
You're depressed
You don't wanna live anymore
But you're wrong
You don't wanna be sad
You don't wanna be depressed
You do wanna live
But you don't know if you're strong enough to fight it
But you need to
Fight to live
Fight to be happy
Fight to smile a real smile
Fight the battle within
I believe
Everyone believes
You can win
YOU just have to believe in yourself
So now start believing cause you can fight
FIGHT for your LIFE!!
  Jul 2014 Zed Rapadas
David Hall
I’ll be there tomorrow
at least one more time
as long as the sun comes up
and continues to shine

I’ll listen tomorrow
if your heart needs an ear
I’ll help carry your burden
and comfort your fear

I’ll kiss you tomorrow
if your lips feel neglected
I’ll lift up your chin
if you’re feeling dejected

I’ll love you tomorrow
more than I love you today
I’ll love you every tomorrow
and at least one more day
  Jul 2014 Zed Rapadas
BianchiBlue
my simple words - unspoken
as time stands still, my heart beats
harder until the ties loosen,
smoothing the edges
unbound in the curve of your lips,
leaving my world
speechless
  Jun 2014 Zed Rapadas
TheExpat
My heart is not a toy
Not there to be abused  
Nor for you to destroy
My heart is not amused

We've settled on a plan       
If you say it will be
If you say we sure can  
That isn't a maybe
                              
My heart is not a toy
But living part within                    
My heart I redeploy
My patience grew too thin
  Jun 2014 Zed Rapadas
Emily Bronte
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.
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