What is etched and indelibly burnt...
are parts of me you have not proven you deserve.
Scratced and marred deep with what screams
pure condecension. Every explosive idiom of tension.
With no valve, no release, scalding hot...
the pressures deep. I truthfully just do not have the heart,
desire,
or the soul...To be burnt once again!
IDIOM (LOVE) SOMETHINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID!
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Posted by Sun Oct 4, 2009 4:07pm PDT
Report AbuseI think you should just drop your fears like a bag of bricks and know that he loves you and would never want to hurt you
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Posted by Sun Oct 4, 2009 4:14pm PDT
Report AbuseOh yeah question? WHat's a guy got to do to earn those parts from a girl like you???
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Posted by Sun Oct 4, 2009 5:05pm PDT
Report AbuseSo understood!
This is soooo good!
I have those fears.
They are my tears.
Thanks.
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Posted by Sun Oct 4, 2009 5:52pm PDT
Report AbuseThese things are easier said than done. Jersey dropping my fears hmm that's the complicated part. Yes Maureen exactly what it is fear.
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Posted by Sun Oct 4, 2009 8:56pm PDT
Report AbuseThis poem is so true because some things go without saying. If you don't know by now, I've gotten too tired to tell you, so figure it out.
I'm feeling this one. If you ever get bored alexus, I hope you check some of mine out.
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