Greetings. Tis me, who is I.I am the deep thinking ponderer, the rambling mutterer, the insane imaginere and the paranoid compulsive. But you might ask for my name, but a name is just a word, as is spoon.Or maybe your of the mind to ask "who" I am in the philisophical sense of the word. Well I am me, the concious mind inside the unconscious body, I am he who may cause things to change, yet chooses to to not.Or maybe you are what is considered to be socially normal, and you just want a name to put to an ugly face. Well then I tell you that my name is mine, and you can not have it, though you may use ZIrvs, for I made that one up.
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You were mine And I loved it, For it meant that I Was also yours. We had fun and joy And shared a few laughs, But, alas, You had to go. To bring you back, I'd do all I could, Even trade places with thee. I'd happily trade places again, If it meant ending the suffering you'd feel, Because to me you're my everything, And I'd probably join you soon anyway. They say that a love so true,...
Added 14 Feb 2011 | Category Love Poems
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My love My truth My shining light You're my heart My soul And my everything Without your touch I am unliving For my heart will not beat without you Without your soft whispers I am all but alive For my lungs will not fill without you Without you love I am but an empty shell For my soul will not stay without you For you are my blood My air And my everything else And I'd give you my all For...
Added 07 Dec 2010 | Category Love Poems
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My love for you is pure and true any other answer will not do. For I would do anything for you and I hope you say the same thing too. You might not know it but I hope you do I would do anything for you. I hold you close, I hold you dear and I am always wishing you were near. With my love for you, you have no fear for you I would take on a spear For it is you that I hold so dear. You make...
Added 06 Dec 2010 | Category Love Poems
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I came home late, and what do I see? My dear sweet lovely, Still waiting for me. And you set me a plate Asleep you may be, For your care my love I do thank thee. I pull the chair out And I whisper thank you, I hold your head up And to bed I carry you, So you may rest well But your sleep is a farce. You're as light as a feather, with a really great arse. I lay you down softly You beg me not...
Added 05 Dec 2010 | Category Love Poems
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