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I want to run away with you. Just you.
Forever.
I'll never forget that look of hope in your eyes,
The feel of strength in your hands,
And that promise of forever in your words.
I only wish I could forget my answer.
We can't. You know how much I want to.
But… We just can't.
Forever.
I'll never forget that look of hope in your eyes,
The feel of strength in your hands,
And that promise of forever in your words.
I only wish I could forget my answer.
We can't. You know how much I want to.
But… We just can't.
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i'd do anything to be with you
i cannot eat my cereal because my tears, too thick,
are ruining the flavour... with a "u", because all i want is...
you are perfect for me. okay ? motherfucking perfect.
my missing piece, my truelove, the one i'd do anything
for. now i am listening to all the songs that make me
think of you, just trying to hold on. i know you think
that i deserve better, but no... i don't even deserve you.
i don't deserve your heart. but here, take mine anyway.
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone. i would feel like
i were cheating.
please don't tell me it's not my fault.
i don't want to sounds obsessed, but
i would rather have no life th
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bedtime whispers
[09.September.09 - 10:58p.m.]
I roll over in the bed to find you staring absently at the ceiling, thinking those deep, meaningful thoughts you always think.
Once, twice, three times I have to click my fingers in front of your face before you snap back to reality.
"huh?" {gosh, could you have any less brain cells?}
i lean my head on your chest and your hand somehow meets mine. We sit there for what seems like an eternity, finger intertwined, enjoying the sheer comfort of physical contact.
[10.September.09 - 4:11a.m.]
"d?" {why do you always refer to me as a letter? i don't call you R do i?}
i prop myself up on one arm so i ca
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Regret?
Everyone writes about broken dreams, whether love is worth the pain, the crushed dreams of yesterday and chipped hearts incomplete. Everyone writes out of insecurities of the beautiful that brings us anguish of a heartful. I believe that the more negative things we spread in this world, the darker this world will become. And if only we could learn to share in action and words of the things we should live for, then this world may just have become just a little bit better than before.
We should never forfeit the good things in life because of the bad,and make our decisions in life based soly upon them. The most valuable things in life are defi
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And then you were gone.
It kills me to remember this conversation. I'm analytical and I rely on logic. My head told me it was a bad idea. But my heart was hammering Yes. Go. Run, run, run, runrunrunrunrun! It's the one time that logic has failed me so completely. I'll always, always wonder if I made the right decision.
I'll always wonder if I could have saved her.
Or if I would have been condemning us both, instead.
It kills me to remember this conversation. I'm analytical and I rely on logic. My head told me it was a bad idea. But my heart was hammering Yes. Go. Run, run, run, runrunrunrunrun! It's the one time that logic has failed me so completely. I'll always, always wonder if I made the right decision.
I'll always wonder if I could have saved her.
Or if I would have been condemning us both, instead.
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I know exactly how this feels. I'm logical too. Where you want to run away, be free, but the world's holding you down with responsibilities and thoughts of what would happen tomorrow. In the end it wasn't a choice of wrong or right, but of following your heart and following your brain. A choice of futures. The "what-ifs" follow you along forever. This poem struck a little too close to home for me. Because I've been through the same thing as well.