

To herMy thoughts of you are neverending You're always on my mind Youre beauty is unspoken For, there are no words to describe you You are everything that keeps me happy You keep me here, happy No one has been so deep in my heart you've opened me up to myself you're my world, my running hartTo her
You are my first thought in the morning and the last thought before I slumber I can't understand
how you've touched me this deeply last night was the best I've had ever You've motivated me to write you've become my muse


LoveShe brightens up my day Regardless of my mood She puts a smile on my face She gets rid of my pissy additude When I look into her eyes I instantly soften up I turn from a feral mutt into a loving pup.Love
They say the eyes, are a gateway to the soul why then when i look into hers do i see my own? her gaze is entrancing I cant look away Her beauty is something
I thought I could never know But she made first contact and I'm glad she did so.
She calls me a hottie Says I'm really cute I don't know how to deal with it &


SomeoneI sit alone.Someone
And ponder life Why am i here if i can't find love? what is love? is it the stuff in the stories? or the anger I grew up around? I've tried to find out but to no end I've stepped out of my own comfort zone to try and gotten shunned back into it. God tell me what i need to do.. I need another. Someone i can confide in
Someone to confide in me Someone to hold onto Someone to hold onto me, To keep me sane to keep me happy
Someone to need me as I need them. I've given up so many times Then comes someone new  
thanks for the Devwatch
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You dont understand me,And you probably never will.I got a tendency to self destruct,And a soft spot, for the filth.A hair trigger temperament.A switchblade, for a tongue.Im a walking 1 man genocide.With a black belt, in corrupt
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Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
Kentucky, Mammoth cave area
not sure were ya got Kansas....lol
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You dont understand me,And you probably never will.I got a tendency to self destruct,And a soft spot, for the filth.A hair trigger temperament.A switchblade, for a tongue.Im a walking 1 man genocide.With a black belt, in corrupt
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What would Jesus do...for a Klondike Bar?
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Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
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I'm only laughing on the outside,
My smile is just skin deep.
If you could see inside I'm really crying,
You might join me for a weep.
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Dance is Silent Poetry
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I love you, Meagan
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An optimist believes the glass is half full,
A pesimist believes it's half empty,
And the oppurtunist takes that glass and drinks it.
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