I love you but,
your stupid and really not worth my time.
Your beautiful but, you know
the saying love is blind.
I care about you but, I want to
hurt you so I'll say whatever I please.
I need you but, your not worthy
of someone as good to you as me.
I love you but...
The
Person
The person that you see , isn't
even real.
Although she's always smiling
she never really feels.
She knows she's real pretty ,
she walks with style and grace.
Othere's dare not laugh at her
, lest she knock the smiles right off their face.
Although she is as tough as
nails, and packs a mighty clout.
If you are a friend in need
she'll always help you out.
The person that you see, isn't
even real.
She has trouble trusting
othere's with what she really feels.
Although there have been a few
that have made it in.
They all end up breaking her
heart time and time again.
Sometimes life is livable with
a smile that isn't real.
Because the more a person is
hurt, the easier it is not to feel.
To what do I owe
this pleasure
To what do I owe this pleasure
of you coming here today?
Do you not have some where else
to go , another mind with which to play?
I do not know why on earth you
refuse to take a hint.
I'm sure the space between your
ears must be filled with lint.
Although I've tried for years
and years to straighten out your head.
I know now the only way you'll
straighten out is from rigamortis when your dead.
To say you love me at my door
is sure to get you squat.
Because frankly my dear coming
from your mouth that doesn't mean a whole hell of allot!
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Hurry up, out with it . I haven't got all day.
For the quicker you get it out,
the faster you'll go away!
Within my little
castle
I feel safe within my little
castle.
For the walls are nice and
high.
It is dark within my little
castle.
All built up for me from passers
by.
It is cold within my little
castle.
As there is no feeling
there.
I can never be hurt within my
little castle.
A hermit never gets close
enough to care.
There is no color within my
little castle.
Each brick forged from hurt and
pain.
I am lonely within my little
castle.
Will I ever be strong enough to
venture out again?
If I should let you within my
little castle.
Would you promise to keep me
warm?
Once within my little
castle.
Will you help me make some
windows,
or just cause more walls to
form?
A selfless
heart
You cared for me when I felt
pain,
yet loved me enough to let me
go.
It was that selfless part
within your heart.
Which sparked my love for you
to grow.
If by chance it was gods
will,
it's not ours to
know.
For now by fate two selfless
hearts,
now have the chance to
flow.
It must be
love
When I'm with you the world
seems so right.
I have no worries cuddling with
you at night.
Your so kind, loving, and
understanding with me.
It must be love , what else
could it be.
When you leave I wish you where
here.
It feels so good holding you
near.
Your touch holds me fast ,
there's no way I can flee.
It must be love, what else can
it be.
I cried a prayer you answered
by name.
You showed me your love , and
that sparked the flame.
Our lives now entangled, your
all that I see.
It must be love , what else
could it be.
Although my love , I have but
one more prayer.
It is that together forever
we'll share.
Are you willing to spend
eternity with me?
It must be love what else could
it be?
The
Forest
Sitting within the forest deep
listening to her sounds.
Slowly there appears to me gods
creatures all around.
Listening to the rustling
leaves, by which a gentile breeze does blow.
All my worries carried away
with it's subtle flow.
A chipmunk scurries threw a
tree.
Sitting upon a branch not far
from me.
Stopping only to return my
stare.
He scampers off without a
care.
As I sit here in this
wood.
I'm surrounded by all that's
good.
Awe struck by her
purity.
At one with gods
creativity.
The pure of
heart
Rest easy my love, for you have
opened your heart to me.
Now, a witness to it's beauty
our love has become one.
Our hearts pumping as
one.
It's blood a rich
red.
Flowing throughout, cleaning
old wounds inflicted by others of less purity.
It is only my nature my
love.
To open my veins to those of
less purer blood.
using my heart to cleans , and
heal their wounds,
weather or not their cuts are
from others or self inflicted.
I have been blessed with a
curse my love.
For I can see the purity in
every soul no matter how black the blood of their infected
wounds.
Tis this purity that drives me
to strengthen there weakened hearts.
Alas my love this over worked
heart has finally found a blood as pure as it's own.
So rest easy, as our love
strengthens with every beat of the heart.
Nature
Nature is the balance by which
all life lives and dies.
Those that can see her true
beauty , and treat her with respect.
Are shown her many secrets to a
truly joyous life.
Defined
Love
Caring is something that once
given is always remembered.
Friendship is a loyalty that
can ride out the roughest of storms.
Trust once given or received is
meant to be cherished for it bonds two souls for a
lifetime.
Loves is the joy that comes
when two spirits share all of the above.
Thoughts of
togetherness
Absence makes the heart grow
fonder.
Tis then my thoughts start to
wonder.
About the many memories we
share.
Treasured thoughts of loving
care.
All the goodness in you I
see.
The caring things you've done
for me.
Over all these feelings my
heart starts to flow.
As I begin to miss you
so.
I close my eyes to find you
there.
Embracing me with gentle
care.
Your loving caress flowing
free.
Wave after wave flows over
me.
Alone the minutes tick by so
slow.
Seeding heartwarming thoughts
which start to grow.
Spanning the distance no matter
how far away.
Until together we stand again
one day.
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