Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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How much is it worth
not counting money
If I think I can talk
like a friend to you
and cry, laugh, or
smile for us
and you
But then it's only me
trying hard in this way
to say
something
to listen to you
as if i knew you could really
love me
:-D There are so meanings in your words.
Come with me, now, now!
Fly fast, and last! Don't worry-
I'll pull you with me.
I don't understand. I thought we have agree to walk in our own path at our own pace.
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I love being here. Like, so much:)
its amazing undoubtedly....loving each word of urs...
How can I deny myself the thrill of this ride? I only wish my words could catch up to explain what you make me feel. Sound is so much slower than light.
Tell me, how should I feel now?
On behalf of every person on the whole damn planet, I'd like to thank you for making the world a little more beautiful.
Theres no such thing as too fast. Sometimes it's a relief to escape from who we thought we were, at least for while. It's all we feel now that matters
dissecting the hold
everything you say
things I have always wanted to hear
hopes blazing inside my chest
leaving me spinning,
i mean just spinning,
in circles
this forward acceleration
jerking
exponential growth
light touching hidden places in my heart
breaking pieces of me
creating new wells in my heart for light to fill
and feeling, finally seeing
how all the pieces fit together
you make my heart work
the way it should
what I will tell you when you’re asleep & cannot hear me:
I have been in love with you
since always
I know you now
Always,
Yours
x
You made me smile:-)thanks
Come with me, now, now!
Fly fast, and last! Don't worry-
I'll pull you with me.
The spirit in which a thing is given determines that in which the debt is acknowledged; it's the intention, not the face-value of the gift, that's weighed. Seneca, Letters to Lucilius, 100 A.D. Roman dramatist, philosopher, & politician (5 BC - 65 AD)
You left you a long time ago anyway.
Meaning no disrespect, only the truth.
You always know the way back home.
Farewell. I hope I could catch up with you soon.
I am so in love with you
I left myself behind trying to catch up to you and when I finally caught up I asked if we could turn back and you just kept on walking.
You have no time to talk me
In counting money the whole day
I want to listen to you
How hard it is to talk you
You have no time to talk me
In counting money the whole day
I want to listen to you
How hard it is to talk you
You have no time to talk me
In counting money the whole day
I want to listen to you
How hard it is to talk you
Oh my excited feeling
To make a dealing
For not expecting
The result threaling
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