

Valentines PoemDewey eyed lovers Roses as red as wine Promises of forever Cards that read be mineValentines Poem
The prime time for trust, Commitment and love Love sends us higher than wings on a dove
Sugar dipped kisses Soar higher than the skies Being in love and how your heart flies
New and old romance buds into bloom Too big to contain in the space of one room
Springs in the air
All around is new life How perfect an occasion to gain a new husband or wife
Valentines Day, what more can I say? Just cherish the ones you love, in each and ever


Minds Wander...Your Tousled Hair, Those Intense Eyes And Positively Luscious Lips - Let Me Take You Home. Let Our Minds Wander As We Drink In The Very Essense Of Each Other.Minds Wander...


SanityHere I am, standing on the very edge of my sanity. One small step and Im gone, lost forever inside my head. Trapped. Four white walls, closing in on me, faster every minute. Excuse me, I apologise, as words begin to spill out of my mouth I feel unable to contain them any longer. My fingers move faster every second over the keys, they long to tell you about me. My feelings, my ambitions, my fears. Hidden inside for so long they need to be released. Scared. Scared for so long whether people would like who I was, whether they would accept me. No more. No longer will I be caged like an animal. If the world doesnt like me for me, thenSanity


SnowWhite droplets of heaven fell from the sky. Snow. The ground outside caked in layers of this delight, cold and white; an early Christmas present for the world. I saw him standing amongst this white mass. Waiting. Waiting for me. Plain old boring me. His blonde hair decorated with snowflakes along with his eyelashes, wrapped up in a coat, red scarf and an old pair of Converse All-stars. This was the boy I loved. His brown eyes danced with love. Love for me. My heart sang at the very concept leaving me almost unable to breathe.Snow
He greeted me as he always does, with his irresistible smile, revealing his dimple I so very much like an


The Idealistim sitting here, empty sheet of paper, pen cocked with ink, whilst the poets writing her love stories, and the novelists writing the latest thriller the directors got the latest box office hit, and the painter just finished a 'mona lisa,' m sitting here, pen cocked with ink, music blasting, and a mind full of a thousand lusts, and a thousand ideas.The Idealist


Faking itToday, I will wrap myselfFaking it
In a blank canvas, And paint
A new image of me, I will be witty, bright And charming
And no one Will see the real me.
For I will keep it locked away Hidden inside my heart After all
Faking it is the new fashion, Hardly anything
Is real anymore.
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These violent delights, have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2.3
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And everyone is prejudice against Passion... </3
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What if love isnt as simple as boy meets girl?
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Deviantart... The Rocky Road of Brilliant Sucess...
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Ya Da Ya Da Ya Da, Ect, Ect, Ect... You get The Idea
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~* The - Passion - Fruit *~
- With a Passion for Things -
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Dead means somebody has to kiss you.
Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult.
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