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trully, madly, deeply (Free verse) by Blindpoetry I'm a stranger to this sound
I'm a stranger to this beat
I'm a stranger to this dance
When will you believe me?
I don't know if you can hear me
I'm really a new man
Your a beautiful woman
I'm saying I'm sorry
I forgot how to read
Your lips are to tight
I know it's my fault
I'll shut up and give you a good night
Did you forget about me?
Wonder where I was?
Did you lose me in the dark?
Are your eyes filled with puss?
I'm the grain of sand
Locked in the car
Your the sun burning me
I gotta get out and run for you
Trully, madly, deeply in love
Cliche goodness, embracing me with what it does
Forgeting, remembering, focusing on you
Do you wonder what we were? Because I'm in the past
Ok,
Forget about the future
Forget about the past
Just stay with the today
Remember to never 'member.
Up the ladder:
after class
Down the ladder:
Love Slain
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Posted: April 10, 2005 4:01 PM PDT; Last modified: April 10, 2005 4:01 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5720 Comments:
You're saved from eternal mocking for this by the fact that you weren't even potty-trained when the song "Truly, Madly, Deeply" was popular.
oh fuck.
Thanks
He's saved from copywrite violations because he can't spell "truly" (unless he meant to put the word "trull" in. Then he's just saying she's a whore, which would give him something in common with the young poet posted beneath me).
Crap. We've finally repeated the word prostitute too many times for me to upload "I LOVE A PROSTITUTE", so here are my answers:
1) I wouldn't call a poem about my wife "I Love an 8-year-old Girl", obviously. If I had an 8-year-old daughter I would love to love her, but I'm afraid my faithlessness and cynicism have made me entirely incapable of love. The irony is Dovina warned me this would happen. 2) The New Testament Marys are Mother of God, Sister of Lazarus and Martha, and the one who found out the tomb was empty. The woman taken in adultery (note-not necessarily a prositute) isn't named, but confuted with the second two Marys by tradition (as are Mary sister of Lazarus and Mary at the Tomb). It's all rather boring and covered at too much length by the ass-ugly so-called novel, The Da Vinci Code.
Damn Muslim servers will do it to ya every time.
Love is surrender. This is why you're incapable. Maybe some Viagra might help?
"Your lips are TOO* tight"
Anyway this has a lyrical feel to it and could work if put to some music. Needs a bit tweaking here and there I believe. 332 view(s)
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Locked in the car
Your the sun burning me
I gotta get out and run for you"
you're in love with someone and you can feel it, you are basically going insane with these feelings and loving/hating every minute of it.