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What he was
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What he was |
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MissKlarmic Member
since 2003-02-20
Posts 70Canada,N.S 
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He was a naked soul that seemed forever wronged Shatteringly sad that i couldn't see in his eyes An emotionally loaded , hostile observer who would take in every tiny element His soul looked radiant with a ravishingly lovely hum about it Troubles, tears a world away hopes and fears always being saved for another day Hi stays on my ming my thoughts and my dreams My foggy view clouded by this scrawled cover up Quiet he is as a comparator on his own Quiet he seems to live diverged by all Not a hatemonger , nor living by hegemony hesitantly i`d say irrational , knowing the past is irrecoverable. Yet the way i feel is irrecusable,irremissible and irremovable. Love as defined is " A great feeling of fondness and friendship,affection or devotion,selfless care and concern." Love as defined is what i feel for him By now it is more. I`m a lovelorn fool Sticking to measureless fondness for him.and him alone. possibly these words are meaningless to him Yet to me modal to my heart. There is no obligation to a response I wish his mind to be a perspicacious one For if so much is unknown in my head how could my heart persuade my mind of what it truly feels.of wanting to be with him and actually being with him. Though it seems and it is as it seems nothing else seems as perused in my mind than the thought of it. I have sent a million words to you none meaning as much as these. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Enjoyed the read Cold hands means a warm heart |
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