Poetic__Feelingsxx
Youre Perfect--
Because everything you do, makes me smile.
Because every second spent with you, is worthwhile.
Because when you laugh at me, I laugh too.
Because everyone else can see, That I'm devoted to you.
Because I love your eyes, and the way they shine.
Because when you get mad, you can't hide it.
Because even when you're sad, I can find it.
Because the way you hold me, sends shivers down my spine
Because your spirits so free, and your in love with me.
Because I never stop thinking about you, It's just not fair.
Because you're so perfect, and no one else can compare.
Because I told you I could be there, and now I can't.
Because we clicked, and had everything in common.
Because you want to leave, and I rebel.
Because your gone, and I'm heart broken not the first time.
Please say it ain't so. Please tell me the lines you said are just fake, and they arn't real. Please tell me your joking, you don't want to be without me.
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What did I do, why do you lie?
You walked back in my hands of time.
It's all in your mind.
You do what you want to.
I'm tired, I'm so damn angry with you.
Your not going to change I see who you really are.
I treated you the best I could.
I relived that I don't need you.
Your promises.
Your promises.
Their all played out.
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<<>> As I sit here, at my computer desk. Cups and wasted papers cover the top. While my back rest upon nothing, for the back of the chair has fallen off and now lay on the dirty floor. Voices being heard from the kitchen. Music filling my ears, my brain, my mind. Water spills down, dripping sicle after sicle. A puddle forming under my chair. Can you hear me, praying to you. Do you hear me pray to you. I'm thinking of you. "I'll see you later. I'm going to work. Fuck you. You never talk to me anymore, your trapped by the contraption of that damn computer. Forget you. Forget it and work harder at nothing at all." Do you hear me? I'm calling out to you. To come back. To say I love you. To tell me your my adult. My parent. Most people don't care. "Do you want to go swimming. Madi? It's Jesse. Come back to reality."
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Something sexy about the rain.
it's raining again.
and theres just something sexy about the rain that I have to share with only myself.
She said as it came pouring down.
the clash of each drop touching the patio,
the roof,
the pool.
Feels like kisses on my skin.
it soothes my tensions.
and makes me feel amazing.
the soft curress of each tear,
touching my body...
She spred her arms and spun around.
...as I dance around.
drenching clothes.
singing softly, "there's just something sexy about the rain."
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normally no one makes Rebecca Madison cry.
no one. except him.
They say thing's constently change.
No matter how old.
or how young.
They say thing's constently change.
No matter who walks in your life.
Or who walks out.
They say thing's constently change.
but whoever said that is wrong.
or knows the bitter truth.
They say thing's constently change.
but my love for you hasn't.
or it has and I wasn't aware.
They say thing's constently change.
but I'm sitting in complete stillness.
or is this a dream?
They say thing's constently change.
and they are right.
take a look at me now. I'm just an empty space. but to wait for you is all I can do. and that's why I gotta face.
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I want that boy---
who can wrestle with me
and let me win;
who I can talk to about anything,
who laughs at my jokes.
A boy who puts my cold hands
in his warm hoodie pockets,
who lets me use his sweatshirt
for a pillow.
Who buys me 25 cent rings
and sticky hands.
Who says I love you & means it.
Who will kiss me in the rain,
in the sunshine, and in the snow.
Who calls unexpectedly.
Who will have many inside jokes
with me and remember each one
A boy who notices girls’ haircuts.
Who realizes that girls say things
but don’t always mean them.
Who I can go swimming with
on hot days.
Who can tell me his problems
and let me help.
Who will listen to me talk
about the new nail polish I got.
Who will bring me seashells
from the beach.
Who will let me beat him up
when I get angry.
Who writes love letters to me,
but doesn’t send them.
Who draws pictures and slips them
gently into my locker slot.
Who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.
A boy with deeps eyes
that can see through faces into depths.
Who wears baseball hats and
lets me wear his too.
Who gives me his t-shirt to change into
and doesn’t expect to get it back.
Who knows my favorite color, song,
car, vegetable, perfume and
the color of my toothbrush.
A boy who will shake my dad’s hand
and look my mother in the eye.
Who will call me by my full name--
first, middle and last.
A boy who will kiss me and
tell me I’m beautiful.
A boy who will let me cry to him.
Who will squeeze my hips just right.
Who surprises me and compliments
my manicure and plays with my hair.
Who knows when I have a math test
or when I fail one.
A boy who smells like
he just stepped out of the shower,
who wears cologne that I can subtly
smell when I’m leaning on his shoulder.
Who tells me I have a nice laugh
and a smile that lights up the room.
And simply be mine to hold.
I think I found him. him, who I've lost touch. but can only see
Because everything you do, makes me smile.
Because every second spent with you, is worthwhile.
Because when you laugh at me, I laugh too.
Because everyone else can see, That I'm devoted to you.
Because I love your eyes, and the way they shine.
Because when you get mad, you can't hide it.
Because even when you're sad, I can find it.
Because the way you hold me, sends shivers down my spine
Because your spirits so free, and your in love with me.
Because I never stop thinking about you, It's just not fair.
Because you're so perfect, and no one else can compare.
Because I told you I could be there, and now I can't.
Because we clicked, and had everything in common.
Because you want to leave, and I rebel.
Because your gone, and I'm heart broken not the first time.
Please say it ain't so. Please tell me the lines you said are just fake, and they arn't real. Please tell me your joking, you don't want to be without me.
-------------------------
What did I do, why do you lie?
You walked back in my hands of time.
It's all in your mind.
You do what you want to.
I'm tired, I'm so damn angry with you.
Your not going to change I see who you really are.
I treated you the best I could.
I relived that I don't need you.
Your promises.
Your promises.
Their all played out.
-------------------------
<<>> As I sit here, at my computer desk. Cups and wasted papers cover the top. While my back rest upon nothing, for the back of the chair has fallen off and now lay on the dirty floor. Voices being heard from the kitchen. Music filling my ears, my brain, my mind. Water spills down, dripping sicle after sicle. A puddle forming under my chair. Can you hear me, praying to you. Do you hear me pray to you. I'm thinking of you. "I'll see you later. I'm going to work. Fuck you. You never talk to me anymore, your trapped by the contraption of that damn computer. Forget you. Forget it and work harder at nothing at all." Do you hear me? I'm calling out to you. To come back. To say I love you. To tell me your my adult. My parent. Most people don't care. "Do you want to go swimming. Madi? It's Jesse. Come back to reality."
-------------------------
Something sexy about the rain.
it's raining again.
and theres just something sexy about the rain that I have to share with only myself.
She said as it came pouring down.
the clash of each drop touching the patio,
the roof,
the pool.
Feels like kisses on my skin.
it soothes my tensions.
and makes me feel amazing.
the soft curress of each tear,
touching my body...
She spred her arms and spun around.
...as I dance around.
drenching clothes.
singing softly, "there's just something sexy about the rain."
-------------------------
normally no one makes Rebecca Madison cry.
no one. except him.
They say thing's constently change.
No matter how old.
or how young.
They say thing's constently change.
No matter who walks in your life.
Or who walks out.
They say thing's constently change.
but whoever said that is wrong.
or knows the bitter truth.
They say thing's constently change.
but my love for you hasn't.
or it has and I wasn't aware.
They say thing's constently change.
but I'm sitting in complete stillness.
or is this a dream?
They say thing's constently change.
and they are right.
take a look at me now. I'm just an empty space. but to wait for you is all I can do. and that's why I gotta face.
-------------------------
I want that boy---
who can wrestle with me
and let me win;
who I can talk to about anything,
who laughs at my jokes.
A boy who puts my cold hands
in his warm hoodie pockets,
who lets me use his sweatshirt
for a pillow.
Who buys me 25 cent rings
and sticky hands.
Who says I love you & means it.
Who will kiss me in the rain,
in the sunshine, and in the snow.
Who calls unexpectedly.
Who will have many inside jokes
with me and remember each one
A boy who notices girls’ haircuts.
Who realizes that girls say things
but don’t always mean them.
Who I can go swimming with
on hot days.
Who can tell me his problems
and let me help.
Who will listen to me talk
about the new nail polish I got.
Who will bring me seashells
from the beach.
Who will let me beat him up
when I get angry.
Who writes love letters to me,
but doesn’t send them.
Who draws pictures and slips them
gently into my locker slot.
Who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.
A boy with deeps eyes
that can see through faces into depths.
Who wears baseball hats and
lets me wear his too.
Who gives me his t-shirt to change into
and doesn’t expect to get it back.
Who knows my favorite color, song,
car, vegetable, perfume and
the color of my toothbrush.
A boy who will shake my dad’s hand
and look my mother in the eye.
Who will call me by my full name--
first, middle and last.
A boy who will kiss me and
tell me I’m beautiful.
A boy who will let me cry to him.
Who will squeeze my hips just right.
Who surprises me and compliments
my manicure and plays with my hair.
Who knows when I have a math test
or when I fail one.
A boy who smells like
he just stepped out of the shower,
who wears cologne that I can subtly
smell when I’m leaning on his shoulder.
Who tells me I have a nice laugh
and a smile that lights up the room.
And simply be mine to hold.
I think I found him. him, who I've lost touch. but can only see