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remember the days
you lost your cool?
and screamed at me
like a thoughtless fool?
remember the day
you forgot your
wallet?
and i sat waiting
in the restaurant til
you went home
and got it?
think me crazy,
wrinkle that brow,
and i know i never
told you this until now,
it's not just how
you gaze on me
like one would
at the stars,
it's because
i love you,
and i also love
your scars.
you're always
so diligent,
at being the
best you can be,
and i know
you won't change,
at least i hope
not for me,
because if you
only knew,
how i see through
that act,
and it's why
i so appreciate
all those things
you think you lack.
so go on,
think me crazy,
wrinkle that brow,
and i know i never
told you this until now,
it's not just how
you gaze on me
like one would
at the stars,
it's because
i love you,
and i also love
your scars.
the cute little
way you admit to
your wrongs,
the way you look
at me when i
sing you a song,
that twinkle
in your eye
that can get so
very dim, but
lights up like a
diamond when
you see me walk in,
wouldn't be so
amazing if i
never knew
your pain,
and it nurtures
this love so,
as sweet as a cello,
i know it will
always remain.
so go on,
think me crazy,
wrinkle that brow,
and i know i never
told you this until now,
it's not just how
you gaze on me
like one would
at the stars,
it's because
i love you,
and i also love
your scars.
4:33 PM 7/13/2013 ©
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I love your scars...for they
I love your scars...for they are formed by wounds that have healed.... in them I see hope for the children of the future. ~peace~
(it pays and prevents a lot of confusion when we are attentive to detail)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This one not only wowed me
This one not only wowed me but spoke for me! Brilliant! Love it! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
yea...i really like this one,
yea...i really like this one, too. probably one of my favorites of my own.
peace~
.........
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "