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- Beaches and bastards at allpoetry
Sandy beaches, crashing waves,
I want to take her home. - A friend's pain at allpoetry
She deserves it all,
Gracefull creature with a golden heart. - What I'll do at allpoetry
Make me hurt and make me bleed.
But it's fine, it's not your love I need. - Trapped outside of the box at allpoetry
Inside, outside, who could tell the difference?
Day in and out, it's always the same. - Risks and redemption at allpoetry
In the doorway of my dreams I wait, Sitting at the the tempting gate. - Dark houses and hearts at allpoetry
My house, our house, now just gone. You left me for nothing, just to die. - Cold things and hot bodies at allpoetry
Soft snow all around us, she touches me, hands so soft. I taste her lips and she pulls away. - Too long too pained at allpoetry
You say you love me, yes you do. But sometimes I have to wonder. - Do you know? at allpoetry
You say that I make it all about me, Refering to our relationship usually. - For what it's worth at allpoetry
For what it's worth I love you, / And I always will. / For what it's worth I'm sorry, / Not that it's enough. / For what it's worth you're all I have, / But that's not your problem. / For what it's worth I'd be l - self hatered simply put at allpoetry
She's gone, / and your threatening to leave. / The last two people who actualy gave a damn. / She passed away, / And I've driven you away. / But that's how it's always been. / I make everyone hate me. / My mom, - Nothing awaits at allpoetry
Alone, in the desolate solitude of my mind. / It wasn't supposed to be like this. / It's never supposed to be like this. / Sheer and utter sorrow, nothing more. / Not anger, not resentment, or anything else. / - The Renaissance man at allpoetry
Tinker, tanker, doctor, spy. / He is the one man I admire. / In all things his knowledge does tie. / His passion for truth was a fire. / He understood the human body, / When most doctors were horrific. / His - Boobs! at allpoetry
A girl with bossoms so busty. / Oh, she was ever so lusty. / Her boobs one popped out, / And she gave a shout, / But it made my voice quite husky. / - Untitled...evidently at allpoetry
Love, it's the carbon of my life. / The building blocks of my being. / The one thing that can cut me like a knife, / And yet keep my soul, still, ringing. / That one little word, such an enigma. / F
