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Poems about Love
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The a sublime revolution in my head, / Everything the same, so alive but then dead, / With no pen could you and your hand capture, / The awe-inspiring, after burning rapture, / Which rides on the wings of middle C, / A seven then the opiate like
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The sunset was our sweet whispers in the night, / Counting fireflies and stars until time would stop, / Soaring with the birds flying sout
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I could never accept your love
anymore than, you would risk taking mine
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/ My little child / / I love your pretty face / / And the way you smile / / Brightens up my day / / / / Come closer / / Let me fee
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This is the end of an era in my life. / Up to this point it’s been domestic strife. / But now I feel I am getting older, but not ageing one day. / My heart is getting anything but colder, / Trying to be the one who dosen’t have to pray. / Too se
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In a sky of baby blue / Lingers that one dark cloud / Souring that sweetness
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Beggars can’t be choosers, / Unless they’re&nb
by kookoocachoo
271 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 11:29 PM. In Contemporary, Hope, Life, Love, Lyrics, Rant, Rhyme, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts
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I have a thorn in my heart / A piercing throbbing pain / that bleeds through my shirt / and spells out his name / he came into my world / after a disaster had left me down / and i felt like his girl / even when i was crying on the ground
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You feel it better when it creeps beneath your bones / A cozy sweater that wraps you warm when your alone / He gave me something that chills my skin at the thought / Makes me feel better than all the things that I am not / / but its been a week
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I knew it was a game / And I didn't want to play / But when I changed my mind / It was already late. / And then... / Then, everything came. / All of a s
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/ Can't Pretend / / By: [[OB]] lyrically correct / / Im tired of friggen pretending / that i dont love him anymore / / tired of this pain that im feeling / truth is his name is what my heart beats for / / i know thats sounds lam
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/ and so i RECOVER / / By: [[OB]] lyrically correct / / its funny how when everything / is all said and done you feel like such a fool / / way back then wouldve done anything / but now...i realize that all that mess wasnt cool /
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I sit in my corner all alonea great pine grows in my heart / This pine grows, each time I think of her, tearing me apart / Call her? No, fo
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Quivering lips tentatively seek
their mirror twin
A gentle meeting
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I once knew a girl named Jill. / / I can picture her still. / / It was plain for all to see / /
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I met my true love over the phone one day / I knew I loved her right away / Her voice had an unusual sort of twang / I knew it’d be beautif
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My heart is a rain barrel under the eaves. / I’m setting up and storing by, swallowing run-off, / rushing to take the laundry in. /
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Amid the flood of faces I stood / Unsure of who they are and why I should care / I move forward through the crowd / Glancing, looking, sear
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Like a bird in agony she calls out / Screaming for his mercy / The tears that fall dont phase him / They're just making him more thirsty /
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You don’t know what you do to me / My world perches on your shoulder / Beams are filtering all I see / Shivers now build to a smolder / / I seek to find my harmonic / Our epic quest since time began / Eager to shed the demonic / I wish to
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nevermind. / look at this place. / the upsettings in the sink / and all of your disclaimers on the door / bottles and bottles of differences to drink / and you spill your silent treatment / upon the floor. / look
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Petrified I am / Like a little girl afraid of the dark / I'm hiding under my blanket scared to face reality / No longer can my mind float up on Cloud 9 / Or 8 or 7 or any for that matter / I'm coming to the realization that I'm losing you / Lo
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I have been running / / I ran again, as the wind whipped around the tips of my ears and the rain battered against my flesh / I ran and ran and I ran for up and down the river. It was dark, cold, miserable, the thunder clapped overhead and the ligh
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I wake up next to you / With that feeling, so real; / That unbelieving sense / That it’s no sin to feel. /
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