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Love
It's such a fickle word
That we throw around
It's meant to be
The most important word
It can change your life
But it's said and not meant
And thrown around by teens
Who don't know the meaning
Love
It doesn't exist nowadays
The ones that have their soul mate
They are the exception
Not the rule
Love
It freaking sucks.
It only ends in heartbreak
Love at first sight
Doesn't exist either
That's just lust
Love
The day you show me love exists
Is the day
That I make pigs fly.
It's such a fickle word
That we throw around
It's meant to be
The most important word
It can change your life
But it's said and not meant
And thrown around by teens
Who don't know the meaning
Love
It doesn't exist nowadays
The ones that have their soul mate
They are the exception
Not the rule
Love
It freaking sucks.
It only ends in heartbreak
Love at first sight
Doesn't exist either
That's just lust
Love
The day you show me love exists
Is the day
That I make pigs fly.
Literature
Dreams
You are as young as you feel
Quite cliché, but it is quite real
Everybody wants to live their dream
Sometimes getting caught up in the stream
They flow down the river
Sometimes they slightly shiver
Fearing that they don't know where the river will end
Will it be a good or a bad end?
They spend their lives securing their lives
Sometimes not even living their lives
They want to keep what they got
Getting caught up in their own plot
Starting to regret the things we missed
Sometimes even making us a bit pissed
Asking ourselves each day: what if?
Sometimes we even slightly sniff
The future is about to unfold
We cannot turn ol
Literature
Why Does It Have to be You?
Yes, yes, I know.
This is a mistake...
loving you, that is.
Yes, I know last time it ended badly,
but can I deny my heart of what
it truly wants?
I try, darling,
really I do.
But I'm addicted to you.
Love is a curse - binding me to the depths of hell...
all because its unrequited?
How is that fair?
You light up my world
and make me smile.
It's an impressing feat these days.
I blush when I read your texts.
I smile when I send one back,
blushing, of course.
Why are you the one that races through my mind?
Why are you the one invading my dreams?
And most of all...
Why do I still love you?
Literature
Be My Girl
I cried tonight
But it was not like before
When someone to love me
Was all I implored
This time the tears fell
Because my wish has come true
My prayers have been answered
In the wonder that is you
I smiled tonight
But it was not like before
When it was just a physical response
Nothing more
This time I smile
Not from the mouth but the eyes
This lost little boy
Has finally come back to life
I wrote tonight
This poem, these words
About my best friend
my love, my girl
This time it seems
That indeed you feel the same
I prayed to God for your arrival
and soon after you came
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I totally agree with you, in fact I've written something like that once,
it's called "Black"
it's in my gallery if you like
it's called "Black"
it's in my gallery if you like