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No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her
Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or spits, or even moans...
What a companion
She does make
No need for deception,
No room for fake...
She's gotten me through,
Many a rough time
She asks no questions
She's guilty of no crime
Her teeth, bared...
Ready to rock
She needs no food,
She reads no clock
She takes me away
On many a mystic trip
As we soar together
Joined at the hip
So keep your guitars,
Your trumpets, your bass
This girl is mine,
Smiling toothy face.
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal
except in his alternate universe of oneness
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon
while war looms close by this feather prides himself
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
Sleight of hand reflections move
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come
Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me
only me, me only me, me only me!
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam Mcdaid
Copyright © Donna Loughman | Year Posted 2017
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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal
except in his alternate universe of oneness
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon
while war looms close by this feathers pride himself
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
Sleight of hand reflections move
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come
Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me
only me, me only me, me only me!
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
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Islands
Islands are – it seems – so many of us.
Worlds apart – alone – in the seas of life.
Joined at the hip – by an adversarial universe.
Amputated from a living solar system
by the master surgeons – insecurity, self doubt,
criticism, negativity, skewed points of view.
Tear tempests rage from within us.
Tsunamis, tearing up any traces of,
the mighty oaks we may have been.
Islands - are we ?, many lost in the sea of,
humanity all around, if, but we could see.
Drifting on crests of gigantic waves.
Cradled within the troughs of ocean’s anger,
being tossed towards the brink of humanity,
on a journey that is carrying us through eternity.
Deserted islands we have become – by choice ?
Ships that pass throughout our nights,
disembarking bodies – life boats to the shore,
these islands, secluded, to explore,
so many constipations lay within,
islands in the seas of humanity.
Islands of lost, empty souls,
islands floating – Sargasso Sea,
islands adrift – apart.
Brilliant, stands that joyous orb,
screaming down upon us all – happiness –
on beams of dancing – feet,
gliding, rhythmically, across us desolate islands,
trying to part lightness into our days,
some days ?, many ?,
it can not dissipate the haunting shadows,
shadows that shroud, darken our life’s experiences.
Good days – some – eclipsed by essence of our realities.
B. J. “A” 2
February 22nd 2008
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2013
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I know what your thinking before you even speak
Dancing through life cheek to cheek
Walk in each others steps until were smitten
We know our destiny before its written
Soul to soul our hearts do flip
Inseparable forever joined at the hip
Hand to hand eye to eye
Together again and time does fly
Back to back and face to face
Love is made in any given space
Senses are blinded and our minds do sing
Walking the same path feeling the same thing
Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2013
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My beloved father died
about six years ago
We were "joined-at-the-hip"
or were told that so,
When he died,
I kept getting his
credit card bills,
They grew impatient
for his ability to pay was nill
I got tired of trying
to explain,
That he wouldn't be signing
anymore checks again
So to one and all
I requested a form
A change of address...
What could be more norm?
I filled it out, new address:
Calverton National Cemetery
Area Z, plot No.2540
And from that day,
And evermore,
No credit card bills
Did pass my door!
Another true tom tale.
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
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tripwire with spiked barbs
two trite puns joined at the hip
slapstick jabs that bruise
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2011
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The arch she holds is quite Roman
The barrel of my pistol is elongated
Click---Click---Bang; the race has begun
Swerving, maneuvering, and dodging
Joined at the hip on the last lap
Cramps begin to set in
Only one will survive
With her intuitive mind she turns right,
leaving me left
Breaking the finish line tape dramatically
Welcome to the winner's circle
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016
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"Books and Covers"
"Books and Covers"
"Covers and Books"
"Stories and Lovers"
"Lovers and Stories"
"Some Time It Took"
"Spinning Wheels Spinning"
"Needles Pricking Thumbs"
"Agatha and Daphne"
"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"
"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"
"Bewitching Hour"
"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"
"Lost Love Woods"
"Hidden Powers"
"Wolves Walking Through Mirrors"
"Poison and Plumbs"
"Speaking in Tongues"
"Let This Not Be Misunderstood"
"Stone Throwers Judging"
"Dark Nemesis"
"Revelations Flying"
"Tadpoles and Toads"
"Tea Leaves & Tarot"
"Broken Tsundoko Towers"
"Witches Stealing Children"
"Written on The Faces"
"Windows of the Soul"
"Betrayals Familiar, So It Goes"
"Plural, Possessive, Singular"
"Ghosts of a Nightmare"
"Riding on the Breeze"
"A Nun Living on the Run"
"Blows Bless'ed Breath"
"Scarlett Letters"
"On a Smoking Gun"
"Hester and a Pearl"
"Running Revelations"
"Praying Peace Treaties"
"Cool Purple Praying on Her Knees"
"Burned Blistering at The Crucible Assizes"
"Reading Stories Writing"
"Writing Stories Reading"
"Books and Covers"
"Covers and Books"
"Judges and Juries"
"Children and Mercy Pleas"
"Destination Cross Roads"
"Some Time it Took"
"Inhales and Breathes"
"Lobbying Politics"
"- all the while -"
"Stand Firm with Courage"
"Live by THE BOOK"
"Genuflect And Smile"
"Chapters and Turning Leaves"
"Prison Breaks and Stinging Bees"
"Long Roads Wrapped in Blood Shed"
"Broken Hearts and Family Trees"
"Fires and Lady Bugs Flying off to Bed"
"To Dream of Missing Children"
"Dorothy's Red Shoes, The Golden Chord, The Key"
"Beatles"
"Let It Be"
"RED"
"Flying Monkeys and The Narcissist"
"White Cygnet's been Mislead"
"Now Sits in Dragon's Lair"
"Winning Pigs That Fly"
"A New Story to Inspire"
"A Joan of Arc Kind of Story to be Read"
"When Hell Freezes Over"
"House of Cards on Fire"
"Myth and Mystery"
"Holding Hands With Thee"
"White Lady of Skipsea"
"Phantom Abbeys Murdered Monks"
"Barking Black Hounds on the Hunt"
"Raven's Wings Flying Higher and Higher"
"Heaven and Hell"
"LLB and Morpheus"
"Ringing Dripping Deep Red Church Bells"
"Bela Lugosi's Now Town Crier"
"Incense Warnings Buried Under Nicene Spire"
"The Evil Piper Pied"
"Twin Flames Joined at the Hip for Eternity"
"Love's Final Decree"
"Whypt Syllabubs and Heady Julips"
"Lives Trapped in Barbwire"
"Sinking in the Mudman's Mire"
"Albina and the Current Ghost"
"Now"
"Finally Free"
"Justice Served"
"Affairs in Order"
"Only for the Girl"
"Somewhere"
"I AM HERE"
"The Mercy Trip"
"Swan's Feathers Unfurled"
"The Time Cries NOW"
"2"
"BE"
"SHE"
"In Another Brand New World"
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
for my daughter, Georgia, with ALL my love, your mother.
1. "THE TEMPLE OF LOVE"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p64wbdRBzjk
2. "CRAZY LOVE"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pisIqsHwbTY
3. Pied / adjective : having two or more different colours.
4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pied_Piper_of_Hamelin
"Do not choose the lesser life
Do you hear me
Do you hear me
Choose the life that is yours
The life that is seducing your lungs
That is dripping down your chin"
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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We were like the sun in the month of May
Now we're like June, with the sun gone astray
Like Ice on a July mornin
Now, we don't belong
We were like sand on the beach; so cleansing & smoothe
But now we're like the shore, that's washed away
We used to be sunshine on a cloudy day
Now we're like the clouds,
Gloomy & gray
We used to connect on so many different levels
But now, we're so far apart, there's no reception
Now we can't talk
We have no connection
Our bond was so strong it could not be broken
Now it's broken down with words unspoken
We used to finish eachother's sentences, but
Now we speak a different language
We used to care about eachother,but
Now we care about ourselves
We used to get eachother,but
Now we get tired
We used to work things out,but
Now we're both fired
Used to be in our own world,but
Now we're on different planets
Used to share a mind,but
Now,our thoughts are hard to find
We used to know eachother so very well,but
Now we're strangers
We used to be joined at the hip,but
Now we're a thousand feet away
No force could pull us apart
Now a driving force has separated our conjoined heart.
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Copyright © Kayla Bateaste | Year Posted 2012
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In a world of decayed morals
Where change happens in a blink
Choices are based on greed and sex
Soulmates are all but extinct
To say that people are joined at the hip
It's only a temporary thing
In these, "me first" times of self gratification
One simply just takes off their ring
Call yourself a hopeless romantic
But not when it comes to love
Soulmate is merely playing semantics
And only pertains to doves
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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Perhaps car does enable American Drivers,
Like pose that a model might dream she could patent,
Or Rose file a lawsuit for fragrance infringement?
Divorce seems impossible, joined at the hip!
Today’s car and its driver approach being cyborgs,
The space they inhabit reserved, unrepentant,
The cyborgs aren’t dumb, and they love this arrangement,
Demand a wide berth, better button your lip!
It seems cars have evolved into moveable castles,
They separate rich from the poor with less power,
And give men the feeling that speed cannot hurt them,
Posh cockpit relaxes, surrounded by sound.
Any man in a car thinks he’s grown extra inches,
A car for a woman is vase for wildflower,
A youth in a car and it’s time for postmortem,
I wish that more folk had two feet on the ground.
Long Tooth
May 11, 2017
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2017
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We can’t stop what we’ve begun.
We’ve created a world that can’t be undone.
The beauty is ours for all to see.
As selfish as it may seem
It is all about the artists
you and I.
The bond that we share,
the works we prepare.
You and I
joined at the hip,
two artists bound by the brush.
We worship together you and I,
in the temple of beauty ,
in the church of sight and sound.
Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014
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Celibate to love
Attachments entrapment
Suffocates accepting expectation
Felicitous suppressants seem vague yet expecting acceptance to gleam
obediently wile anger continues to...
Our bond pulsates as days and nights are misinterpreted.
Inquiry demonstrates how to be a suitable leech
sucking patience from the reins of guided discontent.
Joined at the hip
Severed near the center
Dissected underneath.
What was once yoked to one another now hinges upon swollen pressure
The trembling heat of predictability examines the idea of being apart.
Broken rust the smell
Ripped apart in stillness
Should have left well enough alone at first.
Copyright © J Hamilton Gist | Year Posted 2015
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As old scars fade
New hope blossoms
And I know it was because of you
The rough times;
Of course there are plenty.
But it was only one traffic light stopping on a never-ending journey
There will always be the three of us
Other friendships fade and break
Like precious vases left around a two year old
But not us, never us
No we are the steel of metals
And the Oxygen Fluoride of compounds
The OT3’s of all OT3’s
We are YOFOBO United, Chop the Wood
What ya like and Balls deep.
We are endless stories that
Cannot be put into words
And *****es be jealous of our friendship
Of course we have ups and downs
And stupid arguments that are
0.5’s on the Richter magnitude scale
But we stick by each other
Joined at the hip like
Siamese twins.
In other words
Thank you and
I love you guys
And I’ll dance out
Wearing a hat I stole
Just because I can.
Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2013
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Bright eyes looking in the mirror
Curious, old, yet still striking.
Searching, wondering, mysterious.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Defiant and forthright
What does that mean?
Pig-headed and stubborn, one face looks into the other.
Forever constant and too fragile to change,
One end linking to the other,
Joined at the hip yet moving separately.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Sleeping and yet constantly awake
in a private world of make believe,
where everything is possible even when it's not.
The tired exploits of a forgotten past and over active imagination.
Belief and truth merging into one.
Looking into the mirror, curious, old, yet still striking.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
What does that even mean?
Sent from my iPhone
Copyright © Alicia Koch | Year Posted 2017
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“We were right the world is wrong.”
Declare the Siamese twins
joined at the hip of policy of lies.
Bush and Blaire, that friendly pair
demanding, pounding fists
on podiums of Red, White and Blue.
The dynamic dual declare
“listen people we two alone,
know what is best for you.”
They are protecting you
Your mothers son
This is why we need our guns
Fun guns
Jet guns
Flying high beyond our sun.
CNN reports
Evil knocking at our global door.
Bush and Blaire assure
Evil lurking everywhere!
Do not discuss your unpatriotic views
With your friends or neighbor
Over phone receivers
Those wireless
Government monitors
Of UNBELIEVERS!!
Key words have been computerized
and memorized
They might be terrorized!
Don’t say them
Spell them
Code them
Think them
Big brother he still will find them.
Bomb
Policy
War
Freedom
Peace
Rights
These all turn the tape.
What you thought was private
In freedoms name
Has all been raped.
Copyright © catherine Reinke | Year Posted 2009
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The first time that I saw you,
the angel of my dreams.
I thought we might be compatible,
but nothing is what it seems.
For going on two years now,
we have been joined at the hip.
Your jealousy is getting old,
it seems everything I do you flip.
I think we need some time apart,
no longer can I stay.
I have loved you always,
and will even after today.
Lord knows that I have tried,
tried to speak these words to you.
Look into your eyes like a man,
to say I am sorry but we're through.
So, I've composed this poem,
a craft that I do best.
This may be the last you see of me,
I think our time has reached it's crest.
Jared Pickett
11/29/2006
Asavvy1
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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We are joined at the hip
(all ribs borrowed);
at the core of time,
(the keeper of light)
abides a jewel
of perpetual return-
So trust
the deepening night
to have a healing way--
slip faithfully
from our hot canvas
of day
(running off
a cooling trickle--
separated lovingly
a blessing
such sleep
we are reconstituted...)
to be awakened
a fresh pallet
of prime and color....
Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016
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I am walking with you, barefoot,
My steps impressed with the weight
Of your love.
Sometimes I follow.
I allow my toes to echo your tracks and I am the skipping shadow of your steady footfall.
Sometimes we are side by side.
Stride by stride, joined at the hip, and there is something lyrical about the symmetry of steps in unison.
Sometimes I lead you.
My footprints like breadcrumbs on a lesser-known path, which, if followed, will bring you to your home.
I, your sure-footed companion, would have you know that
Whether behind, beside or beyond...
I will be with you.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2012
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27 Then one day she was running, she saw something beautiful.
28 She smiled walking towards him and asked how and why, as if dutiful.
29 He was different, she was different,
30 They both knew, between them was a current,
31 Something that would never work out, never last.
32 They felt tension, secrets, someone’s past.
33 They could not hold back, she told her secret, as did he.
34 They opened up as if they had each others key.
35 She was astonished, something she could never have guessed.
36 A vampire. At first she thought it was all a test.
37 But she knew it be true, their confession
38 Out in the open, they were now each others possession.
39 She wanted something, something that made him ask why.
40 She wanted to be like him. Why? She could not clarify.
41 Maybe it was his long black hair or his cold pale lips.
42 No, forever, always joined at the hip.
43 Though she got her wish, this wasn’t it.
44 She was Beautiful, pale and cold, as when he bit,
45 But she was only half. A Hybrid forever.
46 But this is better than never.
47 They lived forever, eternally combined,
48 And when they past a human, they were always kind.
49 So if she had something to confess,
50 She could always cry in his chest.
51 And if there is something to fill, one last piece,
52 Their love will always be there and never cease.
Copyright © Megan Green | Year Posted 2008
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My Buddy
My Buddy
That’s what I call him
A term of affection
Best of friends
My Buddy
We’re inseparable
Joined at the hip
Two peas in a pod
My Buddy
Playmate for life
Affectionately secure
Intertwined at the heart
My Buddy
Each other’s world
Two of a kind
Father and son
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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Inspiration is found in the gift that is given from the soul. It iminates and
resonates as drums beating and nature singing bring forth swift sound
movement and rhythm to the inner being.
It is often initiated silently so attention is not focused on the giver of this gift but its
recipient.
Inspiration is found in the laughter at one's self over the life led and the things left
behind are now quietly amusing. Some small memory now brings a smile as the
thought transpires into imagery and if note worthy, is transformed to prose put
down by pen to paper and if found - even much later - shall bring as much joy to
the reader as it first did to the writer.
Inspiration, like beauty, is too found in the eye in the beholder but not so much for
the joy rested upon the sight of the onlooker but the inward delight brought on
partaking in the wonderful exchange of words held captive in intense
conversation.
Inspiration is found in far off lands where watching growth and development
seem surreal and suspended and yet touches the heart so indepthly that its as if
you too were right there, joined at the hip, at the hand or even more importantly at
the heart.
Inspiration is found in breathtakenly simple parts of humanity that are often
overlooked - until it is too late, often underrated until the world embraces it or
denied until someone takes notice and simply loves it.
Inspiration is found in the faces you seek to love, love to see and leave you
forever seeking more. Both now and tomorrow, inspiration once again has
embraced my heart through the soft spoken of one such inspirational,
phenomenal life.
Inspiration - I give you Maya Angelou.
Copyright © Kivya Lomax | Year Posted 2006
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Ivie Twombley
1884-1913
Lottie Gordon and me were always together.
Joined at the hip, most folks would say;
You never met two ladies quite like us.
If you had known Lottie and Ivie,
The two of us at age 21,
If you had gotten to know us for our real selves;
Wild bachelorettes in french garters,
Roaming the Quaker streets and alleys,
Of Greenleaf, Philadelphia and Bailey,
Seeking out young mammon, and innocent kisses,
As we did quite regularly in 1905,
Why, you would have summoned our parents!
And the Elders of the Friends Church to boot!
Lottie and me were soulful sisters,
And best friends, especially in the snaring arts,
Trapping both wild men and civilized beasts alike!
It didn’t seem to matter one way or the other really,
Not after what happened to Roscoe.
We all knew someone murdered him.
As we both knew everyone hated him.
My Lottie, she never recovered from losing that man.
It seared my soul to see that girl so broken-hearted.
…I think of her all the time, even now in death.
She’s buried across Citrus Road in Clark Cemetery,
Over there by the old toppled stones,
And the high, giraffe-like, desert palms…
…The earth moves, my friends.
It moves without ceasing, without slowing,
We dead people can feel it rumble and grind and twist,
Rumble like an old machine in winter...
… I met my demise at age 29.
I died like Lottie,
Drowning helplessly,
Without being in the water.
And that is that.
Copyright © stark hunter | Year Posted 2018
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The id, the ego and the super-ego.
You and I, we have a connection.
Let us be joined at the hip; my hearts resurrection.
I rise once more to beg, to implore!
For a chance to be loved by a woman I adore.
I am infatuated and this desire cannot be sated.
No going away, until I know how you feel.
Are you currently dating?
Are you loved and is it real?
Have I already waited too long,
Longing for your love, for me to become;
To ever be considered as ‘He could be the one’?
Is your heart repairing?
Am I being awfully daring,
By confessing my desire to be forever yours?
Do you think you could become my true lover and so much more?
I can be truly caring, or I can leave without sparing,
A second thought,
For what might have been…
If this is the case, then just place a full stop.
Leave my heart to just drop.
I will fall down on this spot;
But then I will move on…
…for I have no time for silly daydreams to be wasted.
No wishes thrown away on a love that is ill-fated.
I am searching for love in all the wrong places,
But if you want me, then you have got me
And I will be ‘last seen back-flipping’; so elated!
I will never stop smiling,
As long as I know we are both trying,
To make this love last,
Like it could be our last.
If it never existed, then why do I feel like this?
Devotion to you, words unspoken leave me mute,
So turn up the volume by embracing me soon,
Before this romance is gone and I am left licking my wounds.
You are out of my league, but if you really want me,
Then guess what, I am all yours, three sheets to the wind.
In love I would be your faithful steed
And I would lead you to safety, beneath giant redwood trees.
Even if that meant taking you over-sea’s,
Then off we would go; choose your good ship, please.
Which heart do you want and am I placed at number one,
On your list of contenders?
You are seeing my true being, no pretender,
With suave one-liners non-existent
And no lies for promises, that are gone in an instant.
I am genuinely attracted to you my gorgeous beauty;
My jaw drops, my heart stops
And then it beats at double the speed that it should be.
And all of this I do,
Because I want you,
To love me the way that I could love you
And if you know that will never be,
Then please, kindly, tell me;
Because you are a sunbeam
And I am in need of photosynthesis energy.
I need your love, so pick me up,
Or whisper goodbye and I will retort the thought,
What might have been, if I could only have been,
Allowed to fall for you…
What a life!
And imagine what could have happened,
If you had fallen for the ‘id’, the ‘ego’ and the ‘super-ego’ of ‘I’.
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