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I bear these scars
as slim, bleak reminders
of a time when I once cared.
I endure these dreams,
Tortourous reminders
of the placebo endured.
I take these communications
so I can always remember
how much worse I could have fared.
I take all these reminders,
painful times you've left with me,
I take all these reminders
so the future is brighter to see.
as slim, bleak reminders
of a time when I once cared.
I endure these dreams,
Tortourous reminders
of the placebo endured.
I take these communications
so I can always remember
how much worse I could have fared.
I take all these reminders,
painful times you've left with me,
I take all these reminders
so the future is brighter to see.
Literature
First Kiss
That first kiss...
Is always the sweetest,
It leaves you the weakest
The anticipation,
The open invitation,
To do something,
You've never done before
All the hidden meaning,
All of the feelings,
That pour through you both,
When your lips touch
Nothing, is the same...
Everything that you've known before,
Now just seems so plain
There is the promise of tomorrow,
And a hint of pain
That first kiss...
That you have waited so long for
In that moment of connection,
You aren't waiting anymore
That first kiss makes you come alive,
Makes you feel things inside,
That you don't, can't comprehend,
Knocks you off your feet,
Just li
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
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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i love the idea this is based on. great jobb