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The stuff in my head!! |
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Words of mine on a page
smell the rosemary and sage
the light on your skin, oh how it shines
but as to your offer, I'll politely decline.
I love you to much to hurt you
dearest Caroline.
I love your the light on your hair
above your eyes in which
I see your mind
staring back at me
making me run timidly
but I'm held back by these chains
binding you to me.
I don't want to let go
and I hate to cry
tell me what to do,
my Caroline.
'Cause I want to hold you close
and take all of you in
but I can't do it now,
I don't know where to begin.
Sometimes I'll scream your name
just to feel the pain
to know that I'm still alive.
I hate this fucking
self conflicted strife.
So tell me, Caroline,
am I alive?
I can still see you shine.
Oh Caroline, Caroline,
I love the way you shine,
come closer to me
Caroline.
what can i say, i suck at rhyming!!! hey, can you guys start like..posting comments on my poems? i really like hearing what you guys have to say!! of course, i'm not making you do anything, hah, but just a favor!
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