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by: d. greene

i want to put my arms around you and relax,
loose all track of time and space,
become an artifact-
to show that true love will always last.

i want your arms around me, forever-
knowing you'll always be there for me,
soothes all wounds of this painful world-
knowing I'll always have somewhere to turn
helps nullify this pain, help null the burn
of the cruel race.

j ust your face, that smile,
brings to me happiness from miles away.
i await the day, with a smiling face
that i know we'll be together
from then on and forever.

i only hope that,
in all the years i live
i can return all the feelings you have given me
that i can give you all love and happiness
i have received
to let you know just how much you mean to me

i do not dread the day i die,
for i know that you and i
will have spent countless hours in each others eyes
i will not rest, cannot rest
until together you and i have lived our life as one,
and together are ready to die.

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by: wicked

dearest tly
your name is like fresh flowers
growing in my mind
waiting to pollinate my dreams
with scents of your aura
dancing lazily in the breeze
tickling my skull
making me wish you were more
than my imagination

that girl over there
by: rebecca diamond

how can you not stop and stare when she walks by you
t hat smile just draws you in
y our eyes light up when she glances in your direction
b ut you're just another pawn
in this girl's petty game
s he'll take you for a little while
twist your tender virginity between her fingers
kiss your soul with her wicked lips
caress your heart with her so-called love
and leave you once you become dull
y es her-that girl over there
n ow see this one standing alone
she almost looks sad, but then she looks down
she sees her two angels laughing at something
t hat she can't comprehend
and it makes her smile, and that smile lights up her face, and then the room, and then the world
and she looks your way and you feel something
while this woman may not be seductive and heart-stoppingly gorgeous
you desire her more than the other
the one who twists your virginity
and kisses your soul
and caresses your heart harshly
and although this girl is not the most beautiful woman in the world
you long to take her and hold her and make her yours
That girl over there
the one that can light up a room with her warming, comforting presence
she would take your virginity, and hold it to her heart and let it become part of her
she would kiss your soul lightly and make it less sinful
she would caress your heart with real love
that girl over there...
she is not a girl
she is a woman

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by: insain

i opened my heart to you..
i gave you all ihad,
all my love, all my care,
all my tears went to you,
i told you everything,
i kept no secrets from you ,
but i didn't get anything back,
i gave all my love to a frozen heart.
and in return it froze my own,
and now i sit here all alone...
my heart empty my
tears frozen alone....
empty

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by: d. greene

i want to be able to put my arms around you
slowly wisper "i love you" in your ear
close my eyes and softly listen
to you reply "i love you dear"
let it heal all my wounds from the bitter day
make all my problems fade away
i want you to kiss the tear on my cheek
make better everything that went bad in my week
i want you there for me when im weak
your the only reason for my heart to beat
i f it wasnt for you i could not be
if i didnt have you i would not breathe

i know you
by: henry rollins

I know you.

You were to short, you had bad skin, you couldn’t talk to them very well. Words didn’t seem to work, they lied when they came out of your mouth. You tried so hard to understand them, you wanted to be part of what was happening. You saw them having fun, and it seemed like such a mystery, almost magic. Made you think that there was something wrong with you, you would look in the mirror trying to find it, you thought that you were ugly, and that everyone was looking at you. So you learned to be invisible, to look down, to avoid conversation, the hours, days, weekends, aah the weekend nights alone. Where were you, in the basement, in the attic, in your room, working some job just to have something to do. Just to have a place to put yourself...just to have a way to get away from them, a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill at ease inside yourself. Did you ever get invited to one of their parties? You sat and wondered if you would go or not, for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire. If they would laugh at you, would you know what to do? If you would have the right things on, if they would notice that you came from a different planet. Did you get all brave in your thoughts? Like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it and have a great time. Did ya think that you might be the life of the party? That all these people were gonna talk to you, and you would find out that you were wrong, that you had alot friends, and you weren’t so strange after all. Did you end up going? Did they mess with you? Did they single you out? Did you find out that you were invited because they thought that you were so weird?

Yea I think I know you.

You spent alot of time full of hate. A hate that was as pure as sunshine. A hate that saw for miles, a hate that kept you up at night, a hate that filled your every waking moment, a hate that carried you for a long time. Yes I think I know you. You couldn’t figure out what they saw in the way they lived, home was not home, your room was home. A corner was home, the place they weren’t, that was home.

I know you.

Your sensitive, and you hide it because you fear getting stepped on one more time. It seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable, someone takes advantage of you. One of THEM steps on YOU. They mistake kindness for weakness but you know the difference. You’ve been the brunt of their weakness for years, and strength is something you know a bit about because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive. You now yourself very well now and you don’t trust people, you know them too well. You try to find that "special person". Someone you can be with, someone you can touch, someone you can talk to, someone you won’t feel so strange around. And you found that they don’t really exist. You feel closer to people on movie screens.

Yea I think I know you.

You spend alot of time daydreaming, and people have made comment to that effect telling you that your self involved and self centered. But they don’t know do they, about the long night shifts alone, about the years of keeping yourself company, all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself so you could imagine someone holding you. The hours of indecision, self doubt, the intense depression, the blinding hate, the rage that made you stagger, the devastation of rejection. Well, maybe they do know, but if they do, they sure do a good job of hiding it. It astounds you how they can be so smooth. How they seem to pass through life, as if life itself was some divine gift. And it infuriates you to watch your self, with you apparent skill in finding every way possible.... to screw it up. For you life is a long trip, terrifying and wonderful, birds sing to you at night, the rain and the sun the changing seasons are true friends, solitude a hard one ally, faithful and patient...

Yea… I think I know you.