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True love starts off with friendship
True friendship starts off with trust
And to build this type of bond mutual respect is a must
Now to respect some one in this way you must first
communicate.talking ,listening,for a start this bond you will
create.
In time this precious bond gets stronger due to respect you
both share.and at this point you start to feel that you really
truly care.
During this fragile stage trust begins to grow,comfortable
with this person now more feelings you start to show.
Trusting more in this person in who you can depend.
Now that respect and trust is there you now become friends.
Filled with joyful emotions because of your new friend.
All the times shared together now you never want to end.
It starts off as a little spark deep down in your tummy.
As time goes on it grows and grows making you feel funny.
And those times when you`re alone thinking does this person
Feel the same.this feeling that you feel inside goes by another
name.Not sure how or when this happend but feeling that its
true.now your thoughts becomes hopes that he feels the same
for you.Not sure how to go about this you start to test it out.with
suttle flirting gustures to confirm there isnt doubt.
And when it finally happens your floating in the clouds above.
Knowing down deep inside that this is really love.
All those moments that led up to this was vital in every way
So dont ever let go of those moments not even for a day.
True Love feels so good inside you thank the stars above.
for blessing you with this precious gift the precious gift of love.
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Price to Pay
A passing thought of freedom,gives way to how i feel.
My head is lost in fantasy,my heart feels what is real.
I want to linger in my dream,where all is fine and well.
And ignor that sickening feeling that my lifes a living hell.The longer i stay in my deam
the worse its gonna get,
untill i`m left with nothing but pain and regret.saying 'i wish i never did that""aw damn
i should of done this.All my choices made in my life were surly hit and miss.everything in
life i know dont come free.they all come with a hidden price paid by you and me.to be
paid in full,i have no doubt wheither i pay now or later i know theres no way out.I made
my choice ,I chose to play.
Now play times over ,its time to pay.How high is the price ,and whats to be lost.What must
i pay,What will my life cost.A little or alot makes no differance to me,i`ll pay any price
it takes to set me free.
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? If only
If only,I had the chance to start my life over again..
I would take another path from beginning to the end..
If only,I had listened to what my dad had taught..
Never off path would i stray,in all,integrity be sought..
If only,I had made choices with the right state of mind..
My life wouldnt be filled with regrets of the worst kind..
If only,Things went my way in this world i live and play..
Ther`d be no stress to deal with,i`d be happy every day..
If only,You were honest and had been a faithful wife..
You and I would be together enjoying a fruitful life..
If only,I had left a minute sooner being early to arrive.
I would have found you just in time,you still would be
alive.
If only,I told you "I love you "instead of"I hate your guts"
Knowing i`ll never get to say those words to you again,
really drives me nuts.
If only,I took the time each day to show you how I feel.
Maybe the cards I have in my hand would be a better deal.
If only,I `d see my hand in a different way..
Realize it`s not the hand your delt but how its laid
to play.
So Ive come to a decision I`m no longer living in the
past ..
No longer a prisoner to the words, If only
I`m finally free at last.
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Ever feel like theres no way out and your world
is dark with doom?resembling a ticking bomb just
waiting to go boom!no peace or comfort in your
thoughts just constant caotical stress.
wondering once again how i got in such a mess.
filled with dreadful emotions and fueled by
primal fear. you want to cry and wail out loud
and shed those angry tears.but knowing deep
inside nothings bound to help you through.
you start to become negative in everything
you do.starting to realize the depth of your
hole.it litterally sends shivers deep down
in your soul.you begin to flirt with mortality
thinking it`s your only way out.on the verge
of experiencing what death is all about.trying
to convince yourself it`ll be painless with a gun.
and you`ll finally be free of stressful pain when
all is said and done.in the final moment of your
life you take time to think way back.as fond
memories as a child starts to fade to black.
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"What can i do pictuers of you still make me cry",now that you`re gone i`m left all alone
to wonder why.
All i wanted was to be in love with you,"dont know how this whole buisnes started but
you`re thinking that i have been untrue".
"How can you just walk away from me,when all i can do is watch you leave",that with all
the love i showed you. still, in me you dont believe.
Its like "We sailed off together then drifted apart",even if you`re not here with me
you`re always in my heart.
styx,ambrosia,phil collins,journey
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A nice sunny day,the oceans calling me away to drift with her rhytmic motions as she
purifies my soul.
I can feel the filth flow out of me replaced with living Qi.I feel at one with her
were syncted in harmony.
The cool refreashing feeling of her rejuvinating force.the power of her gentleness sets me
on her corse.
So softly like a gentle breeze she wispers in my ears drawing me inside her where she
strips away my fears.
Totally emerserd in her she seems to breath for me.and i get this secure peaceful sense of
total serenity.
Its like being in a loving embrace of which you never want to leave.
No words could ever describe it, you must feel it to believe.
Revitalizing my mind body spirit like some kind of magic potion.
I was born of her i`m her loving son and shes my mother ocean.
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Who is this man in the mirror,looking back at me.
searching for some answers and wantig to be free.
Asking with his eyes,the words he cannot say.
Wondering why his life is turning out this way.
Is it that hes so confused with who i really am.
And is he fighting futaly against mt selfish plans.
Why dont i know this person looking back at me,and why
is it from him i hide & run from constantly.Numbing all my
feelings with all the dope i take,trying to forget all the bad choices that i make.
doing self destuctive things not caring if he dies,Hes trapped in my delutions
and decieved by all my lies.can he escape this life i keep him in to me theres no way put.
or should i set him free and get to know what hes about.By stopping my destuctive ways
maybe then i`ll see and recognize this person looking back at me
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I Dont know why,I always choose the easy way.
when I`m left with regrets haunting me every day.
I can think of no clear reason,no logic can I find.
Somethings surely wrong with me,and I think its in my mind.
Thoughts of reason and emotions all mixed up in my head.
From when I wake,throughout the day,and even late in bed.
Blended within each other making it seem,like one in the same.
when in reality they`re opposing elements no different than water and flame.
Maybe my mind needs help,deceiding between the two.
But where to find this help.I have not a single clue.
I`ve tried countless outer sources all to no avail.
Always believing,no one truly understands,so i`m always quick to bail.
How could they really understand,and help me with my choices.
When i`m the only one who has to deal with my emotional voices.
Some people say i`m weak,because I always choose to run.
Well each man thinks his burdins thee heaviest,his own defienition of a ton.
They also say i`m selfish,always,thinking of only me.
When I only wish to live a harmoneous life,find peace and serenity.
Could there be a source within,of which,I could tap into.
A source that I can truly believe,in all that seems is true.
It can`t be my foolish heart,theres no clarity with emotions.
Feelings always steer me wrong,my cause of all commotions.
There is the source of all creation,neither tangible nor seen.
He Dwells in heaven and on earth.and yes inside of me.
I dont have to understand him just trust in all his ways.
Have unwavering faith that he loves me,and is with me every day.
HE only speaks truth in saying for his creation he loves and cares
And Theres nothing else that seems to be the answer to my prayers.
WHAT IF IT`S TRUE???????
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Many times I stop and think,why am I really here.If there some special purpose
to fulfill sometimes its still unclear.
Am I the only one still wandering aimlessly along the road of life?
Or is this how my life was meant to be existing among the strife.if thats the case then so
be it.that dont bother me.i am content just knowing for myself
Im all that i can be.not all was meant for greatness.some must be down low.to help with
the little things letting others grow.its not
a purpose filled with prestige or alot of fame.sometimes its a thankless life where no one
knows your name.but like each and every
thing in life depends on one another I may not be as great as most yet
im vital like any other.you see the truth is that you need me,likely more than i need
you.while you were in the spotlight claiming fame
I was giving mines to you.with your nose up in the air thinking you had it all.I was busy
picking up all the gems of life the ones you never saw. see the real gems dont lye in
worldy things you seek rather in the mudd and strife.and now you see why im greatful for
this purpose of my life.
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