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posted by Passion_5
when i let you go one step further,

my eyes overflowed with tears

when you walk one step further,

more tears are falling

as move away to a place

where i can’t reach you,

even if i reach out my hand

i can’t reach you,i can only cry



what should i do?

what should i do ?

you’re leaving

what i should i do?

what should i do ?

you are leaving me

i love you,

i love you

i cry out to you

but you can’t hear me because

i am only shouting in my heart

all day long i try to forget you,

but i think of you again

all day long i try to say goodbye,

but i think of you again

when you went to a place

where i can’t hold you,

even if my han reaches out to you

i can’t see you, i can only cry

what i should i do?

what should i do ?

you’re leaving

what i should i do?

what should i do ?

I LOVE YOU ONLY

i love you,

i love you

i cry out to you

but you can’t hear me because

i am only shouting in my heart

what i should i do?

what should i do ?

i only have you

what i should i do?

what should i do ?

you’re leaving

what i should i do?

what should i do ?

you’re leaving

i love you,

i love you

i cry out to you

but you can’t hear me because

i am only shouting in my heart
posted by Lovetreehill
Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where you shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a cloak in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...
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posted by juicyjossy9
I don’t know just why I’m here for
I want more than words can describe
I’ve been deprived, can you believe it?
My whole world has been falling apart
And it keeps falling apart all around me

This is how you picked me
And got me high

I’m drinking all from the tears you cry
I’m breathing on every breath you sigh

I don’t wish to know my ending
I just wanna know when I’d begun
Wanna know when I’ll be gone
Wanna know where it has all started from

Feel like I am spinning
It feels so much like I’m spinning
Spinning, spinning and spinning around

Feeling like I am spinning
Around the summer and the...
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posted by Lovetreehill
They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the animals of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us love each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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Source: I wrote this....Hope you like it!
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posted by gublerlover1
looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet grass wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others

things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how

how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed

so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not move on the find the cure
posted by keturahk
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to love and them love me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought love was just a silly game ............ i want to love and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
posted by Lovetreehill
One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed by furtively,
With ears pricked up, or else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...
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posted by Lovetreehill
LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...
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posted by irena83
Loneliness,
but still
so many people
around you.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want
them to see you.

Wrapped by fear
you can not escape.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.

Your thoughts
are the only thing
you can hear
clearly,
questions everywhere,
you don't want
to be there.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.

Life
still holds you,
but you feel dead.
Prayer!
Is it all
that is left?
It soothes you,
that moment
of silence.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.

Frozen tears,
soul filled of toss,
darkness stains
your mind,
makes you go insane.

You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
posted by Lovetreehill
I would, to compose my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me by the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...
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