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It was either dauntingly still and dark, Or a rumble of chatter and the light sneaking under the door. Around this time of night all that could be heard were the crickets and your gentle breath. Your chest rising and falling so effortlessly. At the same time it could be the lion's roar in your throat decreeing this the land of sleep. Around this time of night I was still wide awake to notice all of these things. I carefully got out of bed, draped myself in a blanket, and slipped throught the door to let a much needed shower of water to drive over the dry desert in my mouth. I trecked back to your kingdom of slumber to place myself back besid

You are my everything. You are my smile. You are my laughter. You are my sadness. You are my tears. You are my pancakes and syrup. You are my long drives down the Highway. You are my good morning. You are my goodnight. You are my everything. You are my bright shining day. You are my calm dark nights. You are my breeze. You are my rain. You are my left. You are my right. You are my stress. You are my relief. You are my everything.

My love for you Is a neccesity. But my love for you Has to be flexible. I could never beg you To stay. I could never try To hold you down. You live on the wind's breath. Letting her take you Wherever she may. I have to love you Like a child loves A balloon. To let you go, And let you sail In the wind

I'd have to say that The mind The body, and The soul Are all three very separate things. At first I only figured The body and The mind Were separate. My body does a lot of things On her own. And lots of things I wish she wouldn't do. However. I now realize that The mind Is not all in one piece, and There is something more. Something beyond just that. There is a soul somewhere in there too. My mind doesn't always do what I want either. The mind Can be a storm and in absolute turmoil, but The soul Can be the one at peace. The one trying to calm My mind down. My body Does what she wants. My mind Has very little control. My soul Knows what's

The one thing I hate most about myself The one thing I can't seem to get control of The one thing that keeps me from being myself Is going to be the one thing that pushes you away. I'd like to think I'm a fun person to be around. I'd like to think I can make people laugh. I'd like to think I'm the life of a party. But one thing keeps me from doing all of that. I want to be strong. I want to be brave. I want to be independant. I want to be happy again. I didn't always sleep all day. I didn't always cry over the smallest things. I didn't always shut down and lose myself. But now that's all I ever do. I'm so dependant on external things. May

Do I love you? Is this just pure infatuation? It's beyond lust. At least that I know. What is the word I should use? I like you. But it's more than that. I "like like" you. But I feel there's more. Is it love? Or am I just crazy? They say that love takes time. Yet it took me no time at all To fall for you. I don't was to use the word "fall." Makes me feel like i'm calling myself a fool. I'm no "fool for you." I'm just here for you. I'm not crazy. Ii'm no fool. I'm not nuts. I'm no Just call me yours.

I'd write a poem about how I feel about you, But I don't have the words to describe it. I guess I'm writing a poem right now, But it's not about my thoughts of you. This poem is about my inability to describe them. If I were to write a poem Trying to describe The way I feel about you There would be a lot less words And more chains of onomatopoeias That I would make to myself Or hear in my head When I think about you Or when I am with you. This is not a love poem. This is not a confession of anything. Other than the thoughts I have When I'm thinking about you.