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how likely am i, to be what i am
then how likely you are to be  but a scar
I am Not A steryotype,
i am archaic in my design, so fail me not in my attempts to justify myself
but allow me to traverse the insantity of my delusion ,

delinquint similarities rattle us to the core, yes.
but thou hast taken to devouring my being
i know i prolong my suffering with intermitten relapses
but my storm in a tea cup is just chaos incarnate,
dont devour my soul , but take my heart, let me love you like only i know how
in a fashion that only you shall recieve


my dear you are not one of thousands, or hundreds or dozens akin
you are only one, and one only for me
dont despise my loss of time, or addiction to the unsavoury,
but take me to a place i have not seen, to see a part of myself
yet unseen
you think i am disposed and discovered, traversed by all manner of explorers,
not true,
you are the first to try unravel how i have formed, geographic mountainscapes carved from a violent and reactive past can be cut down to feilds
just pull me a part one pebble at a time
doth hate yourself ***,
for an *** with mind is still an ***
flaunting about the property of knowlege,
like every little gasp, saves you from laughing stock
***

doth Bring yourself justification
for beeing such an ***'
and though you seem a *****,
my lady your still a lass


So bring to me the right kind,
of liquid, intoxicating
and sit back and smile, as i lie here,
procrastinating
You might already know this, but then again you might not
But what I wish to say, runs through my mind a lot
I think that smile of yours, is enough to outshine every star,
Its pure and genuine, it expresses all that you are.

Shall I continue?

I find that soft giggle, heartwarming and sweet,
Everytime I hear it, it sweeps me off my feet.
~
You struggle when it comes to loving yourself, so let me help you,
Every sound I hear from the other end, is enough to prove my love true.
They are sweet, they are kind and make me feel lucky.
From moans to giggles, tears and sniffling or even when your tummy's feeling yucky.
~

You are perfect

I've finally found my angel, and that is you my dear,
Our love is the strongest, whether we're far or near.
You know I have your back, forever by your side,
Forever and always, to wipe those tears you've cried.
~
The thought of you alone, tears me up inside,
Knowing that one day, I'd give all to make you my bride.
I never mean to leave you, and I will always return,
Sometimes for the worst, do such events turn.
~
In the end I know, everything will be worked out,
Come now my dear, no need to cry and pout

*Forever and always, I am eternally yours,
To guide and support you, see you through these wars.
Forgive me at my worst and love me at my best,
I cherish each and every moment, and I shall love the rest.
These poems are cheesy, and they frankly represent me.
Perhaps this has no place here, perhaps it does.
Bite me ^-^
Who else finds a pause an irritating absence of speech?
like  every single Fullstop. is an area that is to far away to reach?
that every single absence of sound is a wall so high its impenatrable to breach
dependable scenarios are ones which are riddled with noise
chaotic and invaluable noise
because without noise and sound,
songs from lips and barks from hounds
our lives are cut too short,
because no longer am i able to retort
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Your top lip is like the bottom
just upside down
But your heart is just like mine
only the other way around
You have a lovely set of lips
Your top lip looks like the bottom lip turned upside down
Shapeless lips kisses like clouds
They look better pressed
to my cupids bow
When tongues meet and the melting begins
It's almost unreasonable
How much power your lips have over me
That thin line of fat attached to a face
that broke a million hearts
But still I press to them
For comfort
Warmth
Love
without sleep

I am without sleep

but today

no more
Dream me comatose
I am abandoned In my mind,
Spirits dance around  mans soul
bringing fire to his eyes.
And yet I dream here,
Comatose
With not a diamond in my eye,

Floating away from here
Comatose
with not a thought apon my mind,
I was told I was to hold my post
but apon the sword I  shall die,

Take my mind from here,
Like an albatross
Floating through the skies
Dont let me die here,
Comatose
alone with all but my mind
Brain dead is a hell of a way to go

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