How I covet thee love taken away,
Oh I long for the embrace of your whispers.
Is it possible to forget the memories?
For though cherished they weigh down my spirit.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Nay for thou are not like any other;
No object, no person, no milieu can contrast thee.
For you are my beloved.

Though time, space and mass stand to defeat,
I will in spirit and friendship always be with you.
You where my first, thus leaving no contestation for my love.
And I will love thee even when this life leads to the next!

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Stirred on by the romance of belief,
For ignorance is my drug.
I need closure on what has not began,
Yet slowly you have stolen what is not mine to let you steal.
Look me in the eyes and sing me your song,
And I promise it will be forgotten; just not today.

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I wrote this some time back on another blog of mine, i have decided to export it here as i quite like it....



Who was the idiot that wrote ''Tis better to have loved and lost than never
to have loved at all"?

Samuel butler was definitely delusional when he came up with this
appallingly annoying and unforgivably recurrently used phrase. Did he not
realize what 'lost' means? Putting it simply lost means gone, to no longer
have. So now I have 2 questions; the first question is how do we lose love?

The answer to this question is; we don't.

For the many of us who have "loved and lost" in other words had the shit
kicked out of our hearts. We need to realize that we were only deceived into
believing that we were in love. For in truth, "it is not possible for you to
love someone who doesn't love you and at the same time it is not possible
not to love someone who loves you". Yup! you're reading it right.

My second question is how the hell, can it be better to have had your heart torn out of your chest, blended and finally forced fed to you while you're tied up. And the bitch holds your nostrils shut so you have to open your mouth for air. She then shoves the spoon into your mouth while going through a rendition of phrases your mother used on you like; "open wide" and "don't be such a baby".

You see love not returned is loved lost. So unless love was reciprocated on
both sides there was never love to begin with, only the illusion of it. This
was best illustrated by W.H. Auden when she wrote, "He was my North, my
South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my
midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was
wrong".

But for you who are right now sitting solemnly reminiscing days gone by...
WAKE THE FUCK UP! And recognize that it is not the end. It was only a
trial run and as tacky as it may sound practice does make perfect just as
long as you realize that in matters of the heart there is an almost
transparent line between practice and being MATA FUCKING SON of a BITCH.

Yes I know it hurts like hell. And let me assure you that this agony will continue for quite a while. And after that "while" when you think you're finally over her, she will appear out of no where, say hello. And once again you'll feel the stitches of your healing wounds being ripped from your flesh. But as so quaintly put by John Mayer "boys will be strong, boy's soldier on". So boys just smile "shake her hand" and move on.

Robert Burns wrote; "Had we never loved so kindly, had we never loved so blindly, never met - or never parted, we had never been broken-hearted". And I agree with him, but when the hurt subsides AND IT WILL just give it time, lots of time. Look back and say this "it was fun while it lasted".

So let me sign off with something Billy Joel wrote that I really liked... "If
you said good-bye to me tonight, there would still be music left to write".

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Hey come here pick me up I'm falling I need to get away, I'll be wherever you need me to be just don't make me change.

I cried out my heart tonight but no one heard my pleas,tell me is there really wrong or right I don't know it's like I don't feel.

Hey come here pick me up I'm falling I need to get away, i'll be wherever you need me to be just don't make me change

And I'll carry you through whatever you do just as long as your there to carry me too & when its all said and done sort of like 1 plus 1 you'd have figured out the way things are done but till then just here me say....

Hey come here pick me up I'm falling I need to get away, I'll be wherever you need me to be just don't make me change.

Wont you stand by me tonight don't you know your all I need,
to me you're all that's right but that's just how I feel.

so hey come here pick me falling........

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Constant is the flow never harsh nor gentle,
That directs the age of my being.
Though winded sometimes by the blow I nevertheless stand still.
How uncanny this feeling when the intent is not received,
How bewildering for what seems so clear.
But still there will always be tomorrow and the birth of new day to breath.

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