Emotions running to deep Trying to figure out all this words to speak Maybe I'm lost Maybe I'm not Just trying to figure out what I have forgot Why do you always get to me like this Making my mind go hazy with every thought I don't want to leave you again and risk hurting you feeling, so well sorted.
I miss your kiss Your everlasting touch Prolonged embraces They were never too much Body against mine as we laid in bed Words never spoken were now being said Your fingers laced with mine now tucked behind your head.
Tell me why I need you so much right now Why everything is going so wrong I don't want to listen to your explanations I just want to be in your arms Erasing the past with the future would make sense But we never know what the world holds at the end.
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I don't know what's going on... but if I read that correctly, I interpreted it into a poem of my own.
I can't promise, forever, endless, perfect, true love.
I can only promise, whole-hearted, timid, as long as it lasts, imperfect love.
There's something about you, You skin soft like silk, You make me want to climb inside your being, Lock myself away from the harsh realties of the world we know.
My love for you is like a, tired cliche, that everyone will say, to someone, somewhere, someday.
Cover Me, Never let me go, Until the day, I decide to run from your hold.
I feel like a bitch for most things that I say, Twisting you around in every which way, But sadly this is me, And this is pretty much all I can be.
Tainted love could be better than Perfect love For in Perfect love you never see the true being infront of you
You never see imperfections in which could draw you closer to them Taking a part of which you never see and making it run like a movie in your head. Spending time analyzing and realizing you love them for everything they are anything they have done.
Your eyes capture my heart and pull me down making these words of love come spilling out I can't control what I'm feeling emotions running through my head I stumble through my words as you look on I feel my face becoming red with fear not knowing what you are feeling.
Baby don't run away I could offer you everything that you wanted but I'm knowing that you may not want me and it does hurt but there is nothing I can do It's up to you.
Fate's a bitch screwing us over like this making us tired of wanting each other with the other one resisiting. All I want to know is when your coming back home
I hope that what I have to give, is good enough, something tiny in my mind, says it's not.
I hide it all away from you, put on a strong face, smile through the tears, that's what mama always used to say.
I'm beginning to think you were wrong mom, cause this time I want someone to know, and I want that one person to hold my hand, to make me happy, to wipe away the tears, to see a real smile, to always be my man.
Sappy is something I never wanted to be, but the sheer ability you have, of making just all of me weak, the control you hold over me, is scary sometimes, beautiful always.
I don't say my words in time, or try all to hard to make them rhyme, that's not what this is about, it's about, freeing emotions, singing your own song, and making you see, all that I really mean.
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Trying to figure out all this words to speak
Maybe I'm lost
Maybe I'm not
Just trying to figure out what I have forgot
Why do you always get to me like this
Making my mind go hazy with every thought
I don't want to leave you again and risk
hurting you feeling, so well sorted.
I miss your kiss
Your everlasting touch
Prolonged embraces
They were never too much
Body against mine as we laid in bed
Words never spoken were now being said
Your fingers laced with mine now tucked behind your head.
Tell me why I need you so much right now
Why everything is going so wrong
I don't want to listen to your explanations
I just want to be in your arms
Erasing the past with the future would make sense
But we never know what the world holds at the end.
*
I don't know what's going on... but if I read that correctly, I interpreted it into a poem of my own.
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forever,
endless,
perfect,
true love.
I can only promise,
whole-hearted,
timid,
as long as it lasts,
imperfect love.
There's something about you,
You skin soft like silk,
You make me want to climb inside your being,
Lock myself away from the harsh realties of the world we know.
My love for you is like a,
tired cliche,
that everyone will say,
to someone,
somewhere,
someday.
Cover Me,
Never let me go,
Until the day,
I decide to run from your hold.
I feel like a bitch for most things that I say,
Twisting you around in every which way,
But sadly this is me,
And this is pretty much all I can be.
*I think you hit it pretty well*
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than Perfect love
For in Perfect love you never see
the true being infront of you
You never see imperfections
in which could draw you closer to them
Taking a part of which you never see
and making it run like a movie in your head.
Spending time analyzing and realizing
you love them for everything they are
anything they have done.
Your eyes capture my heart and pull me down
making these words of love come spilling out
I can't control what I'm feeling
emotions running through my head
I stumble through my words as you look on
I feel my face becoming red with fear
not knowing what you are feeling.
Baby don't run away
I could offer you everything that you wanted
but I'm knowing that you may not want me
and it does hurt but there is nothing I can do
It's up to you.
Fate's a bitch
screwing us over like this
making us tired of wanting each other
with the other one resisiting.
All I want to know is
when your coming back home
*
I was hoping i did.
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is good enough,
something tiny in my mind,
says it's not.
I hide it all away from you,
put on a strong face,
smile through the tears,
that's what mama always used to say.
I'm beginning to think you were wrong mom,
cause this time I want someone to know,
and I want that one person to hold my hand,
to make me happy,
to wipe away the tears,
to see a real smile,
to always be my man.
Sappy is something I never wanted to be,
but the sheer ability you have,
of making just all of me weak,
the control you hold over me,
is scary sometimes,
beautiful always.
I don't say my words in time,
or try all to hard to make them rhyme,
that's not what this is about,
it's about,
freeing emotions,
singing your own song,
and making you see,
all that I really mean.
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