| Michelle |


Lover, call me loverCall me lover even while you are incabale of loving meLover, call me lover
These are nights I dream awake I sleep with eyes open and wonder what keeps me from leaving this bed what keeps me from being with you
Seas breathe black shadows waves crash angry like explosions silent screams of some mistery bellow some nights I do so in the black sheets of my bed
There is no mistery there is no dark force holding me under There is no wall against us there is no sea
I reach out to the window but from it you cant see the dawn you can barely te


from slow motion to reverseI stopped counting the days the nights, the moons since I last saw your facefrom slow motion to reverse
I stopped counting the people the places, the raindrops that keep me from forgetting you
I stopped counting the thoughts the words, the tears that lie in my head when I go to bed
I stopped counting the moments we lived, we laughed, we lost when I realized I couldn't bring them back
I stopped counting the hours left and the ones to come when I realized our distance and time wasn't geographical nor measurable
I stopped counting the words yo
| Maybe I Thought I Knew Spanish But I Really Don't Because You Ask Me For An Explanation And A Thousand Words Run Through My Head But They All Run In English And You Wouldnt Understand (even if they came out in spanish you wouldn't understand) |
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Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for?
Robert Browning, English poet (1812-1889)
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Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,
Or whats a heaven for?
Robert Browning, English poet (1812-1889)
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
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My Dear Miss March:
I Must Confess That Since I First Laid Eyes On You, I've Thought Of Nothing -And No One- Else...
Yours Until Dawn. Teresa Medeiros
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My Dear Miss March:
I Must Confess That Since I First Laid Eyes On You, I've Thought Of Nothing -And No One- Else...
Yours Until Dawn. Teresa Medeiros
lol.. thnk you really
it means the world to me
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My Dear Miss March:
I Must Confess That Since I First Laid Eyes On You, I've Thought Of Nothing -And No One- Else...
Yours Until Dawn. Teresa Medeiros
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