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You
Contributed by
funnyface09
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Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 02:01:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Falling for you
Feelings for you
Why do I have these feelings?
Holding you close
Having you beside me
How do I make it come true?
In love with you
Imagining a life with you
Where do these thoughts and feelings come from?
Painting in my mind with a smile
So sweet that it melts my heart
Coming from someone I called You
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Re: You
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by iodinelove on
Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 02:23:30 PM AEST
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this makes my head want to explode.
truly. |
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Re: You
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by TheGrimReapersHourglass on
Thursday, 13th December 2007 @ 03:51:14 AM AEST
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| I was called from my-Eat Me Drink Me-bench as I lay on top as shelter rain hits metal awning for picnics.Covered I felt Ice as in cold feet.All night Complaints as if someone I know who started for Im clean.She may of been clean pure as the snow just melted turning on furnaces for warmth even he was being called.Old enough just emagine would I dare to touch,One more year a hic a year is much,Now open did you feel that boy,Streets came to life worldy possesions I thought well it was trust and joy,Im whole I find my shedded skin,Now feel this boy after he in,I may never feel or own one ,One just for fun,-I Hurt Myself Today On The Liars Chair Beneith It All All I Feel Is Real-It just a dream or feel,Many have had first place,I left without a trace,Hair and matter left astray,Rooms I had they collected with pay,Maybe as Street Vet I could retire,Everythings like a 69 wire,Ill try not to let it show,The Pain WILL grow,Leave the outside out,For the outside worms it way in,I tried one more time,like an addict gambler for what I do must be a crime,To say no and sit and behave,I will be a bad man here it is Its there addiction its a Fav,Then body language appears,what happend last night I curl up heart Im now a Boy feal her tears,Im dried to a point,its there comidy(SP?)slang 69 its there joint.Poem Brought Back continuous memories of the streets Comment From The Grim Reaper,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L.Jr. |
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