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Before there was him there was no me.
Legitimatly speaking I was undefined.
An emptiness walking along steps instead of stones.
Following what was the line of living...
He breathed meaning into my soul, and made life burst before me.
He began to paint color into what he called 'our' world.
His arms remained around me through my days of bliss, and there was no sweeter sound then him whispering what became my name.
The Jazz he would play on his records while we sipped our coffee on the couch became our theme songs.
The smell of sweet cream and strong beans became familiarity.
Poetry would spill from his mouth in slow syrupy words. Addicted I would watch every form his lips would transform, listening to every note his voice would reach.
He filled me with himself.
Only once he was gone did I realize, I had no name.
Once 'our' world became 'my' world, I no longer knew 'who' it belonged to.
My feet turned to the stairs this body walked before, but my hands habitually grabbed a record to play. I became aware of my annoyance with jazz.
My mouth lifted to what always had been 'our' favorite drink, and to my surprise I no longer liked cream in my coffee.
I tried to invision the beautiful lyrics he would recite to me, and I discovered I had never really been listening to the words.
The name he had created for me no longer fit the person I am becoming.
I think they call this thing in front of me a stepping stone in life, my life.
Legitimatly speaking I was undefined.
An emptiness walking along steps instead of stones.
Following what was the line of living...
He breathed meaning into my soul, and made life burst before me.
He began to paint color into what he called 'our' world.
His arms remained around me through my days of bliss, and there was no sweeter sound then him whispering what became my name.
The Jazz he would play on his records while we sipped our coffee on the couch became our theme songs.
The smell of sweet cream and strong beans became familiarity.
Poetry would spill from his mouth in slow syrupy words. Addicted I would watch every form his lips would transform, listening to every note his voice would reach.
He filled me with himself.
Only once he was gone did I realize, I had no name.
Once 'our' world became 'my' world, I no longer knew 'who' it belonged to.
My feet turned to the stairs this body walked before, but my hands habitually grabbed a record to play. I became aware of my annoyance with jazz.
My mouth lifted to what always had been 'our' favorite drink, and to my surprise I no longer liked cream in my coffee.
I tried to invision the beautiful lyrics he would recite to me, and I discovered I had never really been listening to the words.
The name he had created for me no longer fit the person I am becoming.
I think they call this thing in front of me a stepping stone in life, my life.
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Unexpected love
It all started so nonchalantly
I didn't even notice me
Falling for you like that
So innocently
Like little kids playing
I feel it so much
When you're next to me
I miss you so much
When you're not here with me
And it breaks my heart
To think that there's a possibility
That you don't think about me
When you close the door
And you close the lights
Do I haunt your dreams
Like you do mine
Like you always do mine
But the real tragedy
Is that even if you did it wouldn't matter, you see
Because a daydream is all I can do and be
For anybody
I want you
But I can't get over all this fucking insecurity
It's crushing me
I can't give you what yo
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Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
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Let's Pretend
Oh, I know you've seen the shadows closing in,
I've lost so much, I can't remember, how it feels to win,
My heart's crawled, bleeding, to your door...
I need escape, 'cuz I can't take the suffering anymore.
So let's pretend tonight,
Pretend I'm worth your time,
Pretend your love's my light,
Pretend your heart is mine.
We know that it won't last,
It's just fantasy,
But let's just have a past,
So I can hold your memory.
I won't ask you for forever,
I know you can't stay long,
But let's pretend tonight,
And I'll pretend I'm strong.
I always knew the night would come,
But nothing prepared me for losing you,
I couldn't accept it, but you'r
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