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Lying on an open field (garden), Felt no love for me to feel. Lying next to her concern, Thinking of the stuff her burn. But who know i could be sick with worries and concern. I found my soul a home, Where bread is not turn into stone, Where water is not dry as shown, But dirt is as dry as her on a thrown. This garden is different from another, Roses grow with every lovers. I finally awoke from under the cover, And i saw her with another.
Sometimes I sit and stare, I think and hope that life would be fair. For you have lifted me up from a life filled with sorrow, And made me realize there is always a better tomorrow. It amazes me how someone can make me feel this way, I love you more and more with everyday day. You know the place you hold in my heart, You are always with me even when we’re apart. What I am willing to do to keep a smile on your face?, Just know that I’m here to stay and to never be replace. Never want to be alone, Never want to be thrown. Just keep me in you arms, And I would give you life as it is shown.
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I recently read an article claiming that you cannot, under any circumstance, have a healthy relationship without romantic gestures. I am, surprisingly, inclined to disagree.
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In a relationship, does age matter?
The other night, I saw Nicolas with a new girl. He seems to go through them like Kleenex. When I see him around, I get a raunchy desire to press up against him. But I also feel relief that I probably, quite literally, dodged a bullet. Our story went down like this: I meet him at a bar the night after Christmas ‘08. I’m with friends, he’s drinking alone. He’s tall and gorgeous with black hair so dark you’d think it would chill your fingers to run them through. When I sit beside him, he says, “whoever gets the bartender’s attention first gets to spank the other.” I should slap him or at least roll my eyes. I don’t because he makes my knees quake. He says he’s French, name’s Nicolas. I ask what he does for a living. “Mergers and acquisitions.” The hair on the back of my neck rises. “Have you ever read ‘American Psycho?’” “Yes.” He flashes a sinister grin. “And I’m going to pull out your fingernails with pliers.”
Me & my love life
Are we too serious about the date? What is a date anyway?