dark inside, hardened soul
Kwyjibo
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the lights dim
and a sultry shadow
moves across your silky skin
and I look at your hair
how it curls at the end
and I suddenly can't breath
as I realize just how perfect you look there
and its been a long time
but it feels so much the same
a hardened, saddened man now
thoughts of you still drive me insane
and you look into my eyes
and I know I have you
it has been many a girl's demise
looking into my eyes
and my hands gently slide back your hair
and I kiss your forehead
and walk out of the room
and I leave you there, wondering
confused
and a sultry shadow
moves across your silky skin
and I look at your hair
how it curls at the end
and I suddenly can't breath
as I realize just how perfect you look there
and its been a long time
but it feels so much the same
a hardened, saddened man now
thoughts of you still drive me insane
and you look into my eyes
and I know I have you
it has been many a girl's demise
looking into my eyes
and my hands gently slide back your hair
and I kiss your forehead
and walk out of the room
and I leave you there, wondering
confused
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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oooooooooOOOOOOOOO---sweet mystery of life at last i found you..........
i am now admitting i love a hard,sad,insane man with soul-capturing eyes.however.guess what?he loves a soft,glad,balanced woman with soul-capturing eyes too.
do you know what it's like to have someone look at you as if you were a work of art?first it's flattering.then you find it hard to believe.then you start thinking about every single thing you do,how you move,how you look-it's like watching yourself in a movie trying to see how you are perceived.then it gets tedious,then it gets fun again.because everything is an act with humans.and i've said this before,that we create everything we are,do and say.
it's the freedom of that we can't quite accept.so we try to match it up with the next-door neighbours or our mom and dad,or the opposite,or our happy so-called friends.but we need to be us.weird.unique.scared.daring.trusting.brave.
a work of art can be anything,inside or out.it's only our expectations for what we want it to be that get in the way of our enjoyment of it.
how i've missed you.
I didn't think this one would get such a good reply, thank you very much felicity, I always like it when you say good things, cause its like a seal of approval from the master herself
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.