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I love/hate you
You bring a smile to my face
You bring a tear to my eye I see you adoring me and grin I remember your glare and cringe I taste your lips and my stomach flutters I taste your bitterness with every word Something about you makes me tingle Something about you makes me shiver I see us hand in hand at 75 I see your name on a restraining order I take comfort in your silence I fear what you don't say to my face I see a longing in your eyes I see two meanings to every glance I hear your laugh and giggle I sense the meaning behind your laugh and shudder I feel at peace within your arms I can feel your hands wrapped around my throat Your passion makes me float away Your passion makes me tremble to the ground I know your thoughts before you speak I wish I knew what you thought of me You must really love me! You must really hate me! |
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I wrote this while I was dating this bi-polar chick, as you can imagine it was a very hot and cold relationship.
And sweet-kandy, you're not really pissed about me kicking your ass, are you? If you want you can give me a body slam. In fact you can slam my body anytime baby! :PartEkid: |
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/\Thanx babe. Sometimes there are so many powerful "good" feelings that you almost feel overwhelmed, but at the same time there are so many scary moments and concernes that you just wanna rip your hair out in frustration. If this reminds you of your current situation, then I envy the good and pity the bad that you're going through. Since you are pretty much the Queen of this section, I respect your opinion more than most. I just hope that you don't get all sad or bothered by the obvious references to relationships and closeness and stuff.
I wasn't looking for praise or pity, I was looking through a bunch of my old writting from about 1994 till about 2000 and lots of them were kinda trite and typical of a teenager, while there were a few that still to this day, have a real affect on me. I don't need a pat on the back, I just figured I'd share a little part of myself that most people don't often see. After all, most of my posts are goofy, offensive or completely rediculous, so this is a bit of a change of direction for once. There are others but lots of them are really abstract or sound depressed and suicidal. Even though I've never been depressed or wanted to take my own life, it almost always sounds like that when I write from the heart. |
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