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Love Is Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It's anticipation. Love is flirting ourtageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It's respect. Love is an imperfection in your self not bothering you, it's acceptance. Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, It's patience. Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it's exploration. Love doesn not have to say, "lets make love," because you know what the other person wants, it understands. Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it's consideration. Love is both of you remembering protection, it's responsibility. Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it's humor. Love is being told "stop and i'll kill you." It's desire. Love is reviewing the damge to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door the to bedroom, it's abandonment. Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it's truth. Love is knowing what time it is and not caring, it's joy. Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it's ecstacy Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it's renewal. Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rathr be woken, it's tenderness. Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it's where fantasy meets reality. Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it's sensuousness. Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago, it's practicality. Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it's closeness. Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, its trust. Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, its faith. Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore" it's a lesson in human frailty. Love is opening your medicine cabinet finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a prezel, it's adaptation. Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it's reflection. Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it's loneliness. Love is stories that will never be told, it's personal. |
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12-30-2010, 09:51 PM | #2 |
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I Can't
I cant help but wanting to be the one that calls at 3 am just because i cant sleep without hearing your voice
I cant help but wanting to be the one to give my favorite hoodie because your cold I cant help wanting to be the one that brings you soup when your sick I cant help but want to be the one you spend your days on the phone with never being able to get enough I cant help but to want to be your everything i cant help knowing i never wanna make you cry I cant help but wanting to hold you and just as you think i cant hold you any tighter i pull you closer to me I cant help but to think of you when i hear every love song wishing it was about us I cant help the feeling of wanting to be there thru every important choice in your life supporting you I cant help the need to want you in every way imaginable I cant help but to smile when i hear your voice I cant help but want to smell your amazing scent and watch your smile light up a room I cant help wanting to kiss every inch of your body only the softest kiss I cant help but to feel the need to wake up to your smile every mornin I cant help thoughts of you running thru my mind a hundred times a day I cant help but wanting to make love to you and make you feel wanted in everyway possible I cant help knowing that if you ever gave me a chance it would be a love unlike you will ever feel in a lifetime I cant help but wanting to see you no makeup sweats and hair all messy and eyes bloodshot from crying and look at you and tell you your too beautiful to cry I cant help wanting to send you little love notes and flowers just because your beautiful I cant help wanting to be the shoulder you cry on when life gets you down,the first one to see that stunning smile when you have something to celebrate I cant help the need to take care of you in everyway possible I cant help the need to wake up next to you everymoring and fall asleep holding you closely I cant help but think of your needs and happiness more than my own I cant help wanting to be the one you share your every thought with I cant help wanting to be the one that holds you when life lets you down I cant help falling in love with you |
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12-30-2010, 09:52 PM | #3 |
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But I never have You seem so far away When I'm right next to you Are you afrail of me I'd never hurt you If you'd give me the chance I'd prove it too Whenever we're together We laugh and we smile We're happy and content But only for a while The feeling soon passes And we're lost again I want into your heart But I just can't get in I've told how I feel It's now up to you If you'll have me I'll always be true. |
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Loosing all track of time First time i heard your voice was like talking to an angel Both sittin waiting for the suprise of what the other had to say I have something to tell you... I think i love you... Really? Was your responce... Yes i know i do. Since that day we have spent many hours talking laughing crying being angry at each other ... Both knowing what the other thought ... Sadly knowing it can never be. I wonder if she is online is my first thought. I wish i was holding her was my last... Your the only one i have truly wanted for you i would give them all up just to hold you ... Kiss you... Love you... We both know the feelings are sincere we both know im not leaving and giving up like everyone else... Unfortunatly we both know your too scared to take that step Fear you dont know who you are or what you want... No need to be scared with me I'll be here til the end...who would have imagined such a deep connection would have started from a simple instant message years have gone by... I dont know if you will ever be mine the only thing i know is i love you and id give up anyone or anything to call you mine... To fall asleep next to you holding you |
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12-30-2010, 09:55 PM | #5 |
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Did you feel like a grown man when you snuck into the rooms of innocent children and took the only thing they had...Their childhood.
Did you feel like a grown man when you saw the fear and heard the pleas saying please stop your hurting me i wont be bad anymore. Did you feel like a grown man when you saw a young child push their siblings against a wall and let you take them so you didnt take the younger ones Did you feel like a grown man knowing you were punishing these innocent children for years to come Did you feel like a grown man when no one would hug us or tell us they loves us because they didnt want us to feel like they would hurt us Did you feel like a grown man knowing you seperated 3 of the closest kids ever when you did it to 2 of them and left the 3 alone? Does it make you feel like a man knowing a child will never be the same thanks to you and your perverted ways? Does it make you feel like a man knowing you got off with just 9 month jail time? Will you still feel like a man when you have to answer to God why there are innocent children hurting because of what you did? |
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12-30-2010, 10:05 PM | #6 |
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Abandonded
Isn't as cruel a word as abused But it's enough, I think. I know you wanted a boy, father; You wanted to name me Junior You really wanted Little League Roughhousing and car mechanics And that father-son talk at thirteen. Instead you got a scardey-cat girl Who you had to toss in the pool, Who hid in her room, in trees, In books, Who cringed at the idea of violence, Who had a hard time standing up for herself. I don't think that's why you left And why you stayed gone for eleven years; I know you called sometimes, But when mom would ask if I wanted to talk to you It was me that said no. I don't really believe you were ashamed of me, But I did then, Especially since I was angry and wanted very much To be ashamed of you. I was bitter about the "college fund," father; About the endless lack of money, About having to sneak around the house in the daytime, About only seeing you when you decided to make an appearance, About the pot in the hall closet (I learned to fear police raids when I was in first grade), About the broken promises. You were so gone for such a long time That when you finally left for real It was almost a relief, And I spent years trying to unremember Anything good about you So I wouldn't miss What I couldn't have. And one day, out of the blue, You're coming to town, and it's convenient to visit. Never mind that it's been half my life since the last time I saw you; Never mind that I'm now an adult living on my own, Now you want to play Daddy, And I'm your little girl. You don't get that, father. Not after the bitterness, Not after figuring out that the reason I had so many fucked-up relationships Not after spending years getting a spine And a sense of my own worth And learning how not to be a shy little girl. You certainly don't get to see my awkward teenage years; You'll never know what it was like when I graduated from high school, When I started dating, When I learned to drive, When I left home to make my own way. Too late, father. You take me as I am Or not at all. And since you never bothered to find out who I am, And you still don't show much interest, I'll just assume that you don't want me after all. And you know what? I'm doing just fine without you. I finally found a man who wouldn't leave; I finally discovered what I'm good at; I finally identified and am working to kill That lingering fear of other people's fathers, And the fear of not having a child by myself. It would be so much easier and more understandable To make up a story of abuse and neglect-- Though the neglect isn't that far off. There's a father-sized hole in my life, And it's been there for fifteen years, So I've learned to build my life around it. But when I have a child of my own Don't expect to hear from me; I'm not going to want you there. You may not understand-you may never understand. It's the price you've already paid for freedom and escape. You'll always be my father, But you'll never be my Dad again. That's what I get For being Abandonded. |
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