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#24.Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic
why we're into
what we do when we're
if we've shared a straw
if we've made out
if we've slept together
if we've held hands
while walking at night
if you always think of me
if you check my blog every once in a while
if you stalk my Facebook profile
if we talk about our future together
if we look into each other's eyes
if we have confessed to the other
not even me.
#23.Boys and Babies
Boys are dirty
Boys are bad
Boys are horny
They make me so mad
They'll tell you they love you
They'll tell you they care
Most of it isn't true
They just want to stare
But I do love babies
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music that i only faintly hear; the women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and their zippers
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of all of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
Love is loveI love you
There are so many ways to say it.
To mean it.
To believe it.
Yet, so many through it around as if it has no importance.
wo ai ni
To love someone is to put that person first.
To cherish them despite their faults.
To accept their mistakes and help them grow.
To love someone is to be there at their worst
To hold their hand and encourage
To show that things will get better
Ich liebe dich
To love someone is to see their true beauty
To see the love that they hold for others
To accept that others may have it as well
To love some is to help in learning
To teach each other new things
To learn about the world
ya lyublyu tebya
To love someone is to see the hope they pocess
To bring out the ligtht in their lives
To make the stars seem to shine brighter
phom rak khun
To love someone is to see them as they desire
To be able to not care what others think
To know that simply
Love is love
#3.Kryptonite, Pumped Kicks
new tie, cast iron silk knit
he won't tell you his plan
you'd better run, better run
with your pumped kicks, twit.
now and then, think of the times
he screwed you over, made you
believe it was something
you did but it was all him.
a guy who can switch between
swag and class is a killer,
a sweeper, a heart breaker
suddenly he kisses you.
that well-tailored suit is
to women what lingerie is to
men: kryptonite, baby, tonight
he takes you dining in hell.
wink if you hear something clever
the devil takes his dues
but it will be at your expense
his abuse is foreplay.
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