3,000 miles to live
anonymous
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She's the last thing on my mind
when my head hits the pillow
She's the first thing in my head
when my eyes turn out the light
this ocean of what may never be
the miles that may never be travelled
these obstacles that lay before us
perhaps too high to overcome
are forgotten for a few moments
as I simply take a breath of her beauty
and my body is filled with her
as I float to where she is
to where we can dream together
and awaken to a life meant to be
when my head hits the pillow
She's the first thing in my head
when my eyes turn out the light
this ocean of what may never be
the miles that may never be travelled
these obstacles that lay before us
perhaps too high to overcome
are forgotten for a few moments
as I simply take a breath of her beauty
and my body is filled with her
as I float to where she is
to where we can dream together
and awaken to a life meant to be
I remain,
anonymous
anonymous
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i wish
i wish
i wish...
But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
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Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
A world where we can love
a life above the fray
an existance where all we need to do
is f*uck our days away
Then hold each other tight
in the afterglow Ill sigh
and wait until the next sweet time
your body makes me high
Hope you dont mind my addition
I don't mind at all. Your addition took the piece
to a more erotic level although the use of the
"f" word might embarass her a bit. I'll let you
know.
anonymous
I completely understand.
I myself dont use foul language in my day to day speaking.
Recently I was advised by a friend that cussing can be a powerful tool..
but I told him it only degrades a relationship unless is is contained to the bedroom only. The bedroom is a realm where all the usual rules get thrown out the window I think
it's a great addition!! it's f*ck'n COOOOL!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green