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She stands still
motionless
leaning over
a lucky wall .
She stands still
yet such intensity
empowers her
and takes over me.
She stands still
her eyes
saying more
than words could.
She stands still
not realizing
the utter beauty
of this moment.
She stands still
and fills
my heart with
an indescribable fire.
She stands still
for she needs not
to move an eyelash
for you to realize
you are simply comtemplating
at a goddess.
motionless
leaning over
a lucky wall .
She stands still
yet such intensity
empowers her
and takes over me.
She stands still
her eyes
saying more
than words could.
She stands still
not realizing
the utter beauty
of this moment.
She stands still
and fills
my heart with
an indescribable fire.
She stands still
for she needs not
to move an eyelash
for you to realize
you are simply comtemplating
at a goddess.
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And immediately we became enticed.
You became my reason for living, my other half,
We kissed, we hugged and made love.
I thought I had everything until…
That faithful day my family moved,
That was when I thought I lost you for good!
Then, four years down the line we got reunited,
That time, again, I'd thought you be mine!
But, it seemed your heart had changed,
You didn't seem interested, our love had faded.
We began to quarrel, argue and I made mistakes,
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Ok so I'm in a really dedicating mood or maybe moreso a 'look aroung DA and be inspired' mood.
Once again this one is dedicated to a talented 'Drawer when bored' which is a special kind of art I guess ==>
Ok so I started looking at her gallery you know wondering as i always do and some pictures of her really struck me and especially this one [link] called 'facing The Spotlight'
These words came out of me instantly so this poem is dedicated to her. Thanks to you
Once again this one is dedicated to a talented 'Drawer when bored' which is a special kind of art I guess ==>
Ok so I started looking at her gallery you know wondering as i always do and some pictures of her really struck me and especially this one [link] called 'facing The Spotlight'
These words came out of me instantly so this poem is dedicated to her. Thanks to you
