I'm still doing my best to learn the ones that make you smile.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The Language Stripped Naked
I'm still doing my best to learn the ones that make you smile.
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And I'm sorry I ever learned any words that make you cry.
I'm still doing my best to learn the ones that make you smile.
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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.
I'm still doing my best to learn the ones that make you smile.
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7 comments:
I think that someday, maybe, someone will think these words about me.
You give me so much hope.
You´re already on a good way because this made me smile
fits perfectly. I'm saving up to buy your book. I'll cherish it when I finally have it.
Beautiful ! :-)
i'm sorry you ever learned my name and how to float it off your tongue with that glisten in your eye. i'm sorry i ever thought i could grow apart from you while we grew next to one another.
Wow, this is really great.
You don't trust me.
When I was 21, he trusted me. He loved me. He watched me fall apart for 3 months. He thought I had lost it. Now he knew why. He lost a part of me, a part of him. He never trusted me again. He stopped loving me day because it was too late to save what was unwanted.
We lost us.
You thought wrong.
But you probably didn't want to hear that that night when you wanted me to rattle off reasons why. Or I didn't want to relive my past.
I hope love you trust finds you.
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