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Favourite genre of music: Pop, Gospel, Techno
Operating System: Gentoo Linux
MP3 player of choice: Audacious
Shell of choice: Bash
Personal Quote: Future is just a confuse bunch of strange puzzles
LoveLove can be kind, but it can be cruelLove by doorfromheaven
It can mess with your mind
And make you feel like a fool.
It can break your heart
And make you cry.
And there will be times
You want to die.
Love can make you do some crazy things
One moment you'll find yourself
Standing out on a limb.
Losing your balance
Only to find
No one is around to catch you
As you fall from behind.
Love can be evil. Love can be wrong
Love is not always simple
But it's always strong.
How it controls you
Is a question indeed
Because there are times I feel like
I will never be free.
Love can be prison. Love can be blind
How it messes you up
And takes over your mind.
Until you can't think of anyone else
It's their smile you see
Their happiness you feel
How it drives you crazy
How you wish it wasn't real.
Love can be silly. Love can be cute
It can make you giggle
Sound like a flute.
Melodious and peaceful
As it dances on your heart
Makes you giddy
Right from the start.
Love can be everything or nothing at all
It can be a slow smi
Limited By The PenYou could think about her for hours...Limited By The Pen by w0otx2
In fact, you probably do
You could think about her unmatched beauty
That adorable face....
That life-changing smile...
In fact, you probably do
And you want to tell her how astounding she is
How every part of her captivates you
How easily you've let yourself fall into the warmth of her love
And how easily she's earned yours
You want to tell her how her voice reflects the sound of clear waters
Or how holding her hand makes you feel Home
...Home, where you want to stay
You want to tell her that she's everywhere
She's in your thoughts
She's in your dreams
She's in your journal
But most of all
That she's in your trust
Embedded within all the good parts of your life
She's there...isn't she?
And you want to tell her all these things
But what to say? How do you take hours of awe and imagery
And put them in the form of words?
If she could see your thoughts
She would see poetry
The KissA kiss isThe Kiss by Miseria-Cantare
I thought that was beautiful.
So cold, so stern,
one after another, after another.
Your strides make the sound of a faint wind
rustling through tall grasses
as you brush past me.
I smell fire in the brush
Your fierce jaw line,
leaves no room for mistakes;
it would seem to me
the rounded curve of my chin
by your no-nonsense
Yet your eyes, so much kinder
on the tameness of my cheeks . . .
every now and then, I can feel your gaze
rubbing against the fine blonde hairs
of my skin.
Every touch was carefully executed,
every glance, carefully drawn.
My adoration of you came in increments
so as to slowly assure you
that once I did fear you,
but now I can only love.
Permission to speak freely . . .
I wonder if it is given
as you grab my shoulder and pull me toward you.
Am I allowed now
to let love form the teeth of my smile?
we cannot be alone.
A kiss i