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There's a certain beauty
That has captured my eye
Her friendship would behoove me
I can not pass her by
She may not be pencil thin
but to me, that is okay
She won't be taken by the wind
So her body I will not trade.
She may not be Americas top model
but there's no doubt that she is fine
The space between our eyes like tunnels
Their beauty traveling into my mind.
She may not be the next Einstein
But she is smart enough for me
She says the right thing at the right time
And puts my heart at ease
She may not be perfect to others
but everyone makes mistakes
The only real crime she has ever mustered
Was the taking of my heart today
She may not be be real popular
but she is just enough to make me laugh
She isn't scared of a little dirt
And always knows how to have a blast
So that's how I feel about this girl
How I fight to make her mine
but hopefully I'm the last man in the world
or she believes that "Love is blind"
So if you happen to see my girl
Pass this message, and be so kind
And hopefully my writing is good
And true love is hers and mine
That has captured my eye
Her friendship would behoove me
I can not pass her by
She may not be pencil thin
but to me, that is okay
She won't be taken by the wind
So her body I will not trade.
She may not be Americas top model
but there's no doubt that she is fine
The space between our eyes like tunnels
Their beauty traveling into my mind.
She may not be the next Einstein
But she is smart enough for me
She says the right thing at the right time
And puts my heart at ease
She may not be perfect to others
but everyone makes mistakes
The only real crime she has ever mustered
Was the taking of my heart today
She may not be be real popular
but she is just enough to make me laugh
She isn't scared of a little dirt
And always knows how to have a blast
So that's how I feel about this girl
How I fight to make her mine
but hopefully I'm the last man in the world
or she believes that "Love is blind"
So if you happen to see my girl
Pass this message, and be so kind
And hopefully my writing is good
And true love is hers and mine
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Literature
Beauty!
Unobserved beauty
Deep in the forest they thrive
Bluebells make no sound.
2012 Delice1941
2nd April2012
Literature
The Flowers Were Beautiful
The flowers were beautiful.
I guess you could say,
The weather was perfect
For this kind of day.
I was laying in the bed,
People circled around,
Tears and Goodbye’s
were the only thing found.
They carried my vessel,
out to the grave,
Laid me down,
In this sacred place.
I saw my best friend,
broken and shattered.
I tried to comfort her,
although now that doesn’t matter.
The flowers were beautiful.
I guess you could say,
The weather was perfect
For this kind of day.
Literature
beautiful.
We were beautiful.
but our separate worlds have broken us apart,
embedded its shadows into our muted screams.
so let it cut up our love and snip it into p iec es,
and let tragedy crawl into existence with its wilted bamboo limbs, let
the ocean wind blow what’s left of it
away,
and we will be inches apa
rt, but still too far to be close.
let our monsters look like us
with bloody ribs of ink and debarment, empty hearts swallowed by their
darkness
i guess we never would've made it anyway. never.
i guess our forbidden dreams won't ever come true. ever.
but
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A nice little poem I wrote for someone special, hope you all enjoy
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Beautiful. Did she get to read it?