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Adam Smith Poem
Baby you should let me love you, I promise I’ll treat you right. I’m treat you so right
that you wont believe in wrong. I want to take you away from your pain and bring
you into my happiness. Forget about your past and let me secure our future. Feel
free to bring your insecurities to me and I’ll get rid of them like yesterdays
garbage. I promise I’ll give my all until you do, and when you do baby I’ll give
more. Let me show you a new meaning of love. Come reach new heights with
me, I’ll take you past cloud nine so that if we fall, we’re sky diving into heaven. Let
me miss you when your with your family, so that when I see you again it feels like
I being rescued from a lonely reality. Let me stress those who stress you. Let me
make your reality everyone’s fantasy, and let me make your wildest fantasies
REAL. Baby you should let me hold you until you never feel lonely again. I would
hate to sleep with you because sleeping only takes my consciousness away
from you. Give me a chance I promise I wont need a second one. Please baby
give me your heart because mine wont work without yours. Give me your
thoughts because I’ll I can think about is you. Put me in a daze when I look into
your eyes, so that when you see me I make you laugh. Just imagine how it would
feel to know that you don’t have to worry about life and just live. And for all this I’m
only looking to take one thing from you, your LOVE. Baby you should let me love
you!
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Just. Thoughts…
I’m sorry for those who don’t like this passage but this is just thoughts to
someone I used to love.
I’d say a lot to You but I’m trying to be nice.
I got so many questions to ask You but, do I want to know the answers?
Should I question myself for treating You like a real man should’ve, or should I
wonder why You didn’t want to be a real women?
Would have given You more than my all, but all I’ve seemed to give was nothing.
Was I unappreciated, or were You appreciated too much.
But huh don’t worry, You don’t have to answer these questions for they are just.
thoughts.
To tell You the truth, I wish that I'd lied, maybe being fake would have kept us
together.
I would curse but it seems like that’s exactly what You want, and this ain’t about
what Yo ignorant a$$ wants, damn I guess I‘m still given.
Do You know what I want, have You known what I wanted?
Is it that You just didn’t want to give it to me or You just didn’t know what it was?
But huh don’t worry You don’t have to answer these questions, these are just.
thoughts.
You probably wondered why I just looked at You when you hit me, its funny how
You hit me but You were the one looking stupid.
Its because I think You knocked not only sense into my head, but knocked the
love I had for You out of y eyes.
Its like You awakened a hidden epiphany inside me telling me to leave You.
You know they say the best ideas and creations come from just. thoughts.
Well I’m glad I thought about this a long time ago, now I’ve created a new life
without You and now You ask why.
Its probably because these were,
Justified Thoughts...
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Missing Love
Its hurts so bad when you find out that you cant be with the one you love so much.
So many feelings so many sacrifices, and time wasted because of man made
things. It kind of makes me ashamed of being man made but you cant blame
man for emotional destruction its deeper than that. Sometimes we have to think
a little deeper and really ask ourselves how and why did we get here. How did we
end up missing the one that love instead of dying with the one we love. Can we
blame television, the radio, the press and other so called bad influences, no, we
can only blame bad decisions, and at the moment feelings. Sometimes we need
to make decisions from the heart but our heart is like a wrong answer, never in
the right place. We practice with it starting off with crushes and lusts but when it
comes to the big game, it cant perform. When it comes to the heart some people
are clutch players, key players, starters always getting in and out like its nothing.
But me I’m the player that never gets in, always sitting on the bench watching my
fellow players use and abuse their playing time. Observing them making plays to
win the game and messing up plays to lose. We all want to win but somebody
has to lose, they should just play the game so that as soon as everyone on the
team has had their play the game is over. Or maybe we shouldn’t compete
against one another at all. But what does this have to do with love? The game is
love our opponent is our lover and each play is rather the good or bad times that
we each endure. Instead of playing this game I choose to sit and watch others
endure pain and glory, I mean I got in once but I got hurt so bad that I didn’t want
to play anymore. And now I’m here on the bench missing love.
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