Love You Poems - Poems about Love You

Things, I want things, Give me things, Here is a ring, Let us accumulate things, And compare are things to their things, They are evil, Their things do not compare to our things, There was a man who taught us love, But we killed him with a thing, And when he rose, Instead of rising like him? We built things, to fly through the sky, Things, I...

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you have to heal to love, break to shake, and cut to bleed. you will never be capable of love if your not capable of being, tap into your feelings and live for peace, tap into the side thats to soft to see, because thats where you’ll find and come to see, that person you...

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PEACE OF MIND left hurt and wounded by my own actions, yeah you started it but i didnt have to go there, i shouldve just minded my business, ignored the situation, but i didnt, i couldnt bite my tongue, i couldn’t refute the anger you sent me in shockwaves, words that i shouldve said but i didnt, words that i shouldnt of said...

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This feeling is complacent, it just doesn't feel adjacent, too much or to little, reciprocation is unrealistic, your stupid but unforgettable, unattainable and unavailable, there's a bond hard to break, I want to escape, but isn't that a mistake? We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing, you were a boy but I...

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Lady horoscope, give me your frequency, Searching for every answer to the question of you, Troubles let it go, gyrate your hips and let our music flow, Enter my dreams and never let go, Bathe with me, stay with me, Oh, baby I want you, Ecstasy, unconditionally, Oh, baby I want you, Sometimes it snows in April, We can enjoy the rain in early...

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People in the world have witnessed your all seasons love in Palestine ...

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Awakening and love go hand in hand, since when our soul is entwined with the whole, that God dwells in each form we understand, then there remains for us no selfish goal and we radiate love scriptures extol. Reworded, love’s then our reflex instinct, our form magnetised and our heart bliss inked....

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tiger kitten casting its spell hook line and sinker...

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Our promenade - a streetlamp shines on cream fog memories, conjuring crusty croissants, piquant parmesan pasta, as tiramisu tarts tease, sweetly taunting my tongue and shining cream fog memories on coffee, black and bitter....

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I didn't know it Now I do I can't deny it I love you It wasn't planned Still, it's true There's something else... I want to too...

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I think I shall - oh yes, I shall put you to words in books, et al and share my scoundrel’s rationale with those of impish-like morale but pray you beg me love - your coquette kiss, thereof … (oh yes, I think I shall) I think I will - oh yes, I will make sure,...

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O’ Casagemas, what is this Heartbreak I hear, from this woman with sagged, fired breasts and onion hips that tell a strumpet? This cruel, shameless voyeur with little mind — who owns a vainglorious torso; a Lady Serpent, viperous! O’ Casagemas, this Heartbreak hurts, running streams of cold blood at cockcrow. We cannot be counted among men but among lizards with tail monuments. Veronica, Juliet, Ada or Ulu? How...

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She left at the yawn of dawn Between fog-densed waking hour And rain-soused grey morning. Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette. She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark Painting, sketched in black crayons of Languor. Her breath, one streak of ink Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway. And the breath of the rain was heavy, Brewed in hauteur - So was the world...

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I'm a scoundrel thru-and-thru please don't fall whate'er you do no libel mine should pain ensue withdraw your heart should passion start what I want's not within but...

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the times I've been here, words in hand mind-sculpting verse of phrases, grand that speak of that, the cruelest school those moments, rife, I've played a fool ... laid bare this soul, with one broad knife ...

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