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Do you remember, love?
How you would tempt me,
So expertly, so slyly,
Blinding me with desperation,
Or was it loneliness?
Oh, how naive I was,
How young and gullible,
Yet you twisted me and toyed with me,
As if I was your puppet on a string.
Do you remember, love?
How I fell for it,
I fell for your promises of happiness,
And your lies about my "happy ever after" with my prince.
It was pure bliss,
I was flying above the clouds with love,
Yet the love was so short lived.
Do you remember, love?
When your devious plot truly succeeded,
How you kicked me to the curb
With nothing but a chipped heart
And a flickering soul....
Do you know of the countless nights of tears,
Of the days full of guilt, regret, reminescense,
The times I walked around in search of who I used to be,
Without you by my side?
But, of course you know,
You sat there, observing me, so intently,
Laughing at my pain, my confusion.
But,
Do you remember, love?
More importantly than anything else?
I survived,
Through the tortuous days of pain you threw my way,
I made it,
And am proud to say that I was not a piece of your little game.
Do you remember, love?
Because I sure do.
How you would tempt me,
So expertly, so slyly,
Blinding me with desperation,
Or was it loneliness?
Oh, how naive I was,
How young and gullible,
Yet you twisted me and toyed with me,
As if I was your puppet on a string.
Do you remember, love?
How I fell for it,
I fell for your promises of happiness,
And your lies about my "happy ever after" with my prince.
It was pure bliss,
I was flying above the clouds with love,
Yet the love was so short lived.
Do you remember, love?
When your devious plot truly succeeded,
How you kicked me to the curb
With nothing but a chipped heart
And a flickering soul....
Do you know of the countless nights of tears,
Of the days full of guilt, regret, reminescense,
The times I walked around in search of who I used to be,
Without you by my side?
But, of course you know,
You sat there, observing me, so intently,
Laughing at my pain, my confusion.
But,
Do you remember, love?
More importantly than anything else?
I survived,
Through the tortuous days of pain you threw my way,
I made it,
And am proud to say that I was not a piece of your little game.
Do you remember, love?
Because I sure do.
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A Love Like This A Love Like You
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you wo
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Far From Perfect
I'm very far from perfect
But for you my love I will be
Just so you can love me
Equally as I love thee.
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Still Missing You
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has
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I wrote this, as if it was TO love itself, not a past guy that I've liked. If that makes sense I'm just tired of love, and the pain it brings. Hope you like!
BTW, not my picture.
BTW, not my picture.
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*sigh* yes, the whispers of love, the half-truths within it sometimes...the love that you thought was yours...
Love isn't always like this. There is a good side, too, but I do understand the side you have described...
Love isn't always like this. There is a good side, too, but I do understand the side you have described...