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Posted: 1/27/2007 7:53:18 PM | Tell me now, is your love , for me true?
Things can be scary when it's all so new
One never knows just how the story will unfold
Will we see days together when we grow old
Will we sit on the swing and watch the dog bark
Tell stories of the past in the dark
Will you be there when I am old and grey
Is this something real, I can only pray | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 12:28:38 AM | Is this something real, I can only pray
My heart is aching, lead me not astray.
Broken promises, lies and deceit
Create such havoc, reality I seek.
I want to trust, believe in you
Searching for a love, so real, so true.
Let's take a chance, let the feelings flow
Follow our hearts to a world only we could know. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 9:26:19 AM | Follow our hearts to a world only we could know
Through actions and words let your feelings show
Take my hand and guide me to bliss
We shall know with loves first kiss
Our hands unite in a strong, intimate hold
Your body's heat shall keep me from being cold
Your love is something I have searched for hard and long
I feel it when you sing me our song | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:05:56 AM | I feel it when you sing me our song
The one of a world where nothing can go wrong.
With you I am happy, I am free
You accept me as I am, you let me be me.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring, all we have is today
To dance in the moonlight, our hearts led astray.
Hold me tightly, dare not let go
My insides are tingling from head to toe. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:11:57 AM | My insides are tingling from head to toe
Being in your arms my dear, I shall never feel low
It is here where are our bodies are pressed tight
I feel your strength, I put up no fight
To find this in life is so very rare
No other could simply compare
Your are the man of my dreams
I am your lady so it seems | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:21:13 AM | I am your lady so it seems
Your romantic words still haunt my dreams.
You won me over with your talented prose
Led me to believe I was you only rose.
Honeymoon phase passed, true self revealed
Dreams broken, destiny's fate sealed.
You taught me a valuable lesson of love and romance
Some men will say anything to get in your pants. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:30:26 AM | Some men will say anything to get in your pants.
Their words become such a seductive dance
They know just what to say
It's a game that they truly like to play
It leaves you feeling hurt and used
Yes, even to an extent abused
How can we trust again after being played
Thank god girlfriend, that they hadn't stayed! | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:40:12 AM | Thank God girlfriend, that they hadn't stayed
The insanity of it all left me tired and frayed.
Today is a new day, lessons have been learned
Altho the heart has been broken, love is still yearned.
I am that much more wiser to men's childish games
As I pick up the pieces, altho not quite the same.
Another memory of what could have been
Mirror images of self, the happiness within. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:44:00 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^Hugs sweetie!
Mirror images of self, the happiness within
We need to self reflect, to see where we've been
The road is long and sometimes the heart breaks
It is strong though, it's amazing what it takes
It shall heal and become whole again
With the help of supportive friends
Know that good men are out there
Who truly know how to share | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:53:28 AM | Know that good men are out there
Who truly know how to share
Their toast and jam and breakfast in bed
On a Sunday morning instead.
Know that men are everywhere who
Want the kind of love they can have from you
A caring soul with a heart given in desire
To a quirky raw wit, a real live wire. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 10:56:53 AM | ~~~Thanks~~~~
Who truly knows how to share
A question to ask, do I dare?
Some will share to their heart's content
Leaving you breathless, passion's spent.
Reality sets in, true selves revealed
Words not spoken, fate is sealed.
Silly, romantic fool that I am
My heart will open and do it again. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 11:20:17 AM | My heart will open and do it again
You can believe in that my friend
The heart shall sing and feel the joy
This is my wish for you to employ
It's a wondrous thing to feel with all you are
Like riding in an open-roofed car
There is excitement in the air, most of all hope
Then you and your man , can share the soap! | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 11:24:32 AM | Then you and your man , can share the soap!
Well I really hope,
it's nothing I said,
why instead of the last line I left
Yo'all are ignoring my gest....ure at playing first line.
I mean it does rhyme and I was in on time
but am feeling left out when my lines are without
a follow up perhaps the edit button could help out? | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 11:29:30 AM | Perhaps the edit button could help?
Oh I see what happened, I say with a yelp
Please forgive sometimes we get carried away
These words just seem to sway and sway
We want you to play here with us
Maybe next time , there should be less rush?
So know that your words are being read
We're paying attention to everything you've said | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 11:36:19 AM | We're paying attention to everything you've said
Picking buttered crumbs left here in my bed
Trying to keep in the flow and the style
and see if I can raise a smile
in someone’s heart today
The roads are bad here anyway
And I cannot go where I wanted to
I’ll just stay home and play words with you | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 11:54:43 AM | I’ll just stay home and play words with you
Oh I would like to do that to!
It's so much fun to share our words
Even though at times they may come out absurd
To speak of things that's on our minds
Shows a heart that is truly kind
It helps one grow and make new friends
So here I send it to you again | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 1:41:34 PM | So here I send it to you again
and the poetry forum is off and then
in the running. Everyone sunning
themselves on compliments stunning.
Sometimes, some lines make better tracks laid
for the last line games played
by us all here in such grand style.
Keeps us all playing a good long while. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 1:50:15 PM | Keeps us all playing a good long while
which brings to my face a genuine smile
the exchange of thoughts that come from within
is the process from which we begin
to learn if the poet in us is truly real
can others relate to how we feel
our words we hope shall touch
a soul in search of so much | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 2:09:00 PM | a soul in search of so much more
sending rhyme signals out calling from core
essence of being, eyes all seeing and hoping to find
that unity of mind, from whence love grows inclined
to blossom forth in full blooming colourful muse
We try to speak from the heart and not confuse
Cyber dreams with realities presence of mind
We are all inclined, to seek the poetic kind. | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 2:15:49 PM | We are all inclined, to seek the poetic kind
this was my path, I did find
to find one who's words spoke of love and romance
with thoughts expressed, they should magically dance
letting the spirit flow poetically from within
at times can feel like a playful sin
the words seem to flow from the tips of the fingers
the memory of love still lingers | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 3:39:53 PM | the memory of love still lingers
as i still feel the gentle graze of your fingers.....
i still smell the sweetness of your skin...
i continue to hear the voice indulging me from within...
The memories are what seems to never sway...
they still encase every inch of me even to this day..
I still see him laying beside me gazing into my eyes...
for when it is jsut us .... the knowledge of a real world dies.... | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 3:45:25 PM | for when it is just us.... the knowledge
of a real world dies...just like we always dreamed of
with the soft light of the eve
and fireflies..
dancing within the motion of this tidal
wave slowing down and resting for the gentle remembering
where it is we are and where it is
we are | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 5:05:08 PM | We are,
because we care, and want, it is in our mind,
We thank,
as if a thunderbolt hit us , beneath a tree,
where are we now?
We anticipate, because it is our nature.
Life is a very strange creature....
I love because my mind knows no other more perfect ending!
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Posted: 1/28/2007 5:13:10 PM | I love because my mind knows no other more perfect ending!
I se thru eyes that bleed neverending..
tears of luster yet rage of pain...
the sight of countless neverending blame..
drowning in sorrow unedited by fears..
awaiting the cascading trickle of tears..
to blind me from sight and capture my internal hate....
For to love is to never begin to debate... | |
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Posted: 1/28/2007 7:06:53 PM | For to love is to never begin to debate
To enjoy each other and never hate
To share your love, ideas and dreams
To live in happiness so it seems
But it is hard to find this chance
To live life and have romance
Sometimes we try in vain
Give freely only to experience pain
But without these things in our heart
Love would never get the chance to start
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