The Boy I KnewI know I wasn’t dreaming when you held me close I thought I’d someday be the one that you chose And I beamed like the sun from my head to my toes....The Boy I Knew
I know I didn’t dream up those moments we shared When both of us felt we were beautifully paired And what you said to me last night, it just isn’t fair....
What does this mean for me? Are too self-involved to see? You took my moment of happiness, my glimmer of hope And stole it away from me. What did it mean to you? Is it so easy to undo? Because you seemed to enjoy it all and everyone saw. You’re just no
Three of a KindThe first grows rays of sunshine from his head With rays more sunny pouring from his heart. He is the leader; I, the one who’s lead. Each sentence from his lips, a work of art. The second one is quite a darker shade. The sweetness of his touch upon my skin Destroys the self-respecting rules I’ve made And all I want to do is take him in. The third is far more earthy and polite. He’s soft and kind and gentle, all of these. He stands for what is just and what is right. And in relations, simply aims to please. They all are filled with love, but not for me. I must resistThree of a Kind
One-Track MindI looked for love for, oh, so long; Some twenty years or more! With hopes set high, I sang my song And caroled door to door. So desperate for a man was I; My thoughts were all-consumed. I feared it was my fate to die With love’s seeds never bloomed. By day, I searched both high and low For Mr. Perfect Mate. By night, my heart was filled with woe, And bitterest self-hate. And then, one day, a man appeared And swept me off my feet. He freed me from the things I feared And gave me love so sweet. But happiness was not to be, For now, I’m in a celOne-Track Mind
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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"...there was never an apple...that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it." --- from Good Omens by Gaiman and Pratchett
MIT, huh?
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"Perhaps everything's just made of words. look at me, for instance. Pinch me. Am I made of paper?"
No, he wasn't. And Meggie had to smile when he kissed her, although she was still shedding tears.
--Inkspell, Cornelia Funke
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