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One more time
on this merry-go-round,
One more time
so what is lost can be found.
Circular motion
repeating lessons drilled home,
Circular motion
as I spin slowly here alone.
Searching forever
for the right path to take,
Searching forever
for the last mistake I'll make.
Love still continues
despite the holes through my heart,
Love still continues
just waiting for you to fill that part.
on this merry-go-round,
One more time
so what is lost can be found.
Circular motion
repeating lessons drilled home,
Circular motion
as I spin slowly here alone.
Searching forever
for the right path to take,
Searching forever
for the last mistake I'll make.
Love still continues
despite the holes through my heart,
Love still continues
just waiting for you to fill that part.
Literature
Edward.
I think, At some point,
Everyone dreams of finding..
An Edward.
Someone whose name you call, or whisper.
And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby,
And holds you close, as you drift off.
Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight,
Whose eyes are often Topaz,
Warm,
And Reassuring.
Someone who takes you to dinner,
And ignores the pretty waitress.
Someone who follows you,
Watches you always,
Secretly, Just to be sure..
You're always okay.
Someone Romantic,
Yet has a good sense of humor.
Someone Ancient, Yet Young.
Who'll save your life, No matter what.
Who cries when you're injured.
Someone who cleans
Literature
Edward Cullen poem
Running through the forest
I think of my love
What she means to me
And what I'd do for her
I'd give up blood
Go on national TV
I don't think there's anything
I wouldn't do
But as I come into the clearing
I think of one thing
As a bird swoops by
And my heart follows its soft song
I will not take this from her
This life this wonder
It's all there for her to take
But why does she choose me?
I run through the night
Following a familiar path
I find myself outside her window
Wondering if I'm allowed in
I have almost decided
When I stop and look out
Upon the shimmering night
Thinking maybe this isn't so bad
Wh
Literature
You're Special
You know what I love? People who lie. People who speak half-truths and quarter-truths and sometimes ten-and-a-fourth-truths. All those ugly, stupid people. People who compare you to a summer's day or a flower because they love you.
Well, I love you, too.
I love you lots and lots. I promise you. And you should believe me because I tell you. Not because I SHOW YOU with actions or because I do anything for you. Just believe me because I will spend a minute and a half every now and then to give you a two-thirds-truth that suggests something about the way you look or the way you make me feel. I'll maybe write a paragraph and a half so that you u
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Inspired morning
Sleep now
Work, jobs to do, busy times to be had
Sleep now
Work, jobs to do, busy times to be had
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i love how everything you write flows smoothly (: you are amazing!