Free Love
Love is such a curious thing, Easy to give, hard to rescind. Easy to say 'I love you too', Yet hard to broach the 'I love you'.
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Love is such a curious thing, Easy to give, hard to rescind. Easy to say 'I love you too', Yet hard to broach the 'I love you'.
Apple-Green grass, soft and wet, Strewn with the morning dew, The insects asleep in their plush bed, Wake up to the dawn anew.
Roses are red violets are blue I asked god for perfection He sent me you.
I have a curious tale to tell. Im not sure if you'll take it well. I scarcely believe it to be so; Perhaps its not. I may not know.
Here I sit on the train once more. Facing an obnoxious bore. Self obsessed with profit and loss. Spouting his eternal dross. His colleagues roll there eyes and scoff. Wishing he'd just bugger off.
You wake to the sound of your own breathing. It's too early to rise from your bed--so you stare at your ceiling. You're tired still and your heart beats too slow or too fast.
An un-lonely loneliness is the worse kind,. It's when your surrounded by people but no ones really there,. Your having conversations but no one really hears,.
Ah. I'm writing so many things right now. Iv'e just got so much stuff. I'll finish what iv'e started real soon. But tonight enoughs enough..
Whisper the sweetest words to me before I go to sleep. Then maybe I can believe that someone actually loves me. Let your arms wrap around my life.
I think it's all becoming too much, have waited too Long to feel your touch. I just need you in my life, I want you to be my wife.
If you're worried you're insane, Go and stand out in the rain. Drop your trousers and cry out: "I am SANE, there is no doubt!".
Miss Tella, oh Miss Tella, I am truely sorry i'm late, its just that someone got married, that someone is my mate!!.
As I sit in the shaded street, shielded from the rays if the sun, I watch the community spirit of the Spanish people and wonder where we, the English, went wrong..
Closed eyes, Going back to the past Where the lines between truths And fantasies don't last. All the little details Vanish so fast. It's a difficult thing, Going back to the past..
Mary had a little lamb, She ate it with mint sauce, and everywhere that Mary went, The lamb went too of course..
For this poem I have no name,for I only have myself to blame,. Can't see past what we've been through, seems all is gone nothing else to do,.
People are different,. Some weird and strange,. And because of this we differ,. In lots of things like games,. Some are clever,. Some are dull,. Some from Liverpool,. Some from hull,.
Adding a fake flutter to my eyes Plumping gloss to increase lip size Padded bra to boost my boobs Heavy make-up to defy zoom To improve my poise, I must wear heels A models secrets for you to steal.
There is a penny in your pocket that you keep as spare Someday this token will take you somewhere. Machines and dollars, they never sing in tune, To what you desire it's a pirates doubloon.
I only paused to breath, But that was long enough. You tortured me, beat me. You treated me so rough. These bruises can not lie. Their purple stains won't hide. You treated me like I was nothing.
I only paused to breath, But that was long enough. You tortured me, beat me. You treated me so rough. These bruises can not lie. Their purple stains won't hide. You treated me like I was nothing.
There's a little tiny mouse, That scampers round my house, With a little tiny walnut on its head; And from a tiny wire, It has fashioned eye attire, And it rides around upon a toy mo-ped.
Voice of velvet, Honey eyes, Touch of ice, Midnight skies, Strength of thousands, Golden sand, Far away, Exotic land..
What could it be What could it be Is it a robot Is it a baby in a cot Is it a jelly tot What could it be We don't know.