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I just write poems occasionally of things which some to mind or im feeling. Any comments would be greatly appreciated, hope you find some of them interesting. |
I get lost inside your eyes,
Which are the deepest of sapphire blue...
I get lost inside your eyes,
Which are the deepest of sapphire blue...
Love is greater never than wind
greater less than to cease...
When you first said you were leaving,
I believed you'd walk out the door...
Meeting him was someting different from the start,
we found it hard to stop talking about things...
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She searched his face and asked, Do you love me? He replied, I did. She looked down as a tear fell from her eyes. He lifted up her chin with his finger and wiped the tear away and whispered, I did. I do. And I will forever. |
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Now that ive met you, its hard to imagine how life was ever bearable before... |
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He can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends. his mother whispers quietly, "heaven's not a place that you go when you die. its that moment in life when you finally feel alive." - the spill canvas, the tide |