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Our love was a lie... but it sure was a beautiful one. Me in my halter top and my sun kissed shoulders, You in your jeans, with your hands running up and down my back... making out like two teenagers with raging hormones and unsatisified curiousities. You were sweating... but it wasn't from the heat. Heavy sighs heard and felt with the movement of my thighs over your body, straddled in the front seat of my car. You were my James Dean. I was your Marilyn Monroe. Glorious, sexy, passionate. Do you remember? If only it had been real. Our love was a lie... but it sure was a beautiful one.

She's a beautiful girl With a beautiful soul. Feeling trapped in this world Like a fucking ghost. But she lights up the skies Of my dark life, Like a lantern in a cave. While she brings me to life I feel that I can't do the same. So what can I do? When I've only got myself to give So what can I say? When all that I feel sounds like a fucking myth. I can only promise you I'll give you all I have to give. But it will never be enough, You deserve so much more than this. I can't help hating myself To think this is all I have for you I can't help hating myself But this is all that I have for you. You deserve so much more than t

You are... every Shakespeare sonnet ever so delicately penned from quill to parchment. You are... every sun that's ever risen, illuminating the darkness and bringing hope. You are... every fairytale that's ever been told and wished for by an innocent little girl's heart. You are... the notes of a love song, bringing a haunting melody to a once empty room. You are... all that I see and all that I am, God's greatest creation, and my greatest love. You are... everything.

Goodbye, my ex-love, I don't love you anymore. It was my heart you caressed, then broke and tore. Right now, it just feels so terribly sore So goodbye, I don't love you anymore. I'm on the way. The end is near. My dull life Might stop right here. I could have spent my time Erasing these thoughts These thoughts so masochistic. But it is too late For I've learned to welcome this pain This pain so very nostalgic. I wasted my life and I'm sorry. I've got to apologize. I was so stupid and didn't realize That I could've been happy, contented, and wise But I'm here now and the Devil's glad For hell has just grown in size. All my

Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I really miss you. Other times I am craving for you, And occasionally my heart squeezes longingly so. Should I dream of you, I would want you to dream of me too, To be connected in a way beyond your lovely hands touching my side, And just maybe, that divine little weight upon my skin. I used to look for just a girl with a pretty smile, A beautiful mind and lips that speak sweet things... And I am still looking for this girl every morning, Every time I open my eyes in bed, and reaching out to touch, you.

Dear You, I'm pretty sure you've heard this before, but I love you. Your smile is adorable. You make me laugh when you don't even try. I love seeing you-it makes my day. I know people have told you how I feel before…many, many, many times. I can't help but wonder what all of those comments make you think. I'm hoping you think I'm sweet, nice, caring. Not what others have said-creepy, freaky, disgusting. I try my hardest to impress you. I can't help but wonder what kind of impression I'm leaving on you. Is it good? Bad? Am I leaving any impression at all? Do you notice me? Am I ignored? Do you like me? Am I your friend? Do you love me? Q

The moment was awkward and all was still One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed. Our eyes met but I grew afraid— Quickly I blushed and looked the other way. But he just smiled at me and took my hand— Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands. And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear. He looks at me like that and logic just disappears… I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake? If not, I would have to say that’s how it makes me feel I have to sit down or I cannot deal And he just laughs at me as he sets me down Safely, I si

"What do I mean to you?" She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself. "What do I mean to you?" It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart. "What do I mean to you?" And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know. "You aren't pretty. You aren't lovely. You aren't any of the things that make the world go around. You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told. You aren't a lis

And so it comes to an end, All the suffering and pain, The tissue box empty, Her heart like an abandoned cavern. Left wondering what she did wrong, And whether she will ever see him again, Her eyes like an endless ocean, With waves crashing on the rocks. No kiss goodbye, Just a heart shaped tattoo, Which would fade in a day or two, To leave her broken skin clean. No comfort for her pain, No more tissues for her tears, She would stand strong, But break down when she heard his song. 'If I'm addicted to loving you, And you're addicted to my love too, Then we should get together, And live happily ever after' But the song wasn'