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Love is when you look at the woman you love & you see your whole life & your world standing right in front of you you missed the part where she ought to be looking at the man in the same way you'll find your juliet too someday |
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Love is when you look at the woman you love & you see your whole life & your world standing right in front of you you missed the part where she ought to be looking at the man in the same way you'll find your juliet too someday i felt that way when i was with that special someone....now i'm not with anyone |
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PT's rant room - also known as the room for the emotionally tormented
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Both will fall head over heals for one another! It's a feeling you only get in a life time, if you're lucky.
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I would say blessed!
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I would say blessed!
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You are right. If it is mutual and both are able to make it work for the long haul, they are indeed lucky and blessed!
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Sat 05/09/15 10:26 AM
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just because...
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My Montage of You
There is strength in your vulnerability; A painful sadness in your smile. Will you let each teardrop fall Into an ocean with the unwilling boundary You kept in submission? A tortured soul does lament the past Of the hand that caressed the face of a child, And lain quiet from the lips of a lover, For the ambitious quests that dare not last-- Yet grows callous. The voice within will call out our names, With cries and pleas to open our eyes To see for the first time and all at once, The light, the darkness, the shadows, and flames, And give us rest. As quietness was heard in your presence then, And only beauty was seen in your voice, Let each remembrance return as it was, That my blood may flow passionate again, As it could...for all of us. - mgsmd "PT" 5/2015 |
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Silence
I made Silence my friend. In his arms I lay, Embraced in the solace, For as long as i stay. Silence is my suitor. His lips will not betray, His heartbeat is the gift, From him i shall not stray. Silence joined my travels, From shore to ocean floor. He watched each sun set and rise, Then greets me at the door. Silence touched my naked skin, And set my soul ablaze. He bathed me with the moonlight, And met my every gaze. Silence is my mentor. He holds my hand in kindness, He calms my every movement, And fills my heart with gladness. Silence makes his visits, Each time i need him most. I always have him with me; He always keeps me close. -mgsmd "PT" 5/2015 |
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Thu 05/14/15 08:24 AM
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"metamorphosis"
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