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Those We Want
Those we want are never in our grasp We must always work for those we want But what is this want I speak of What does it mean to want The want i speak and what to under stand is simple Its love, but love is what? a word a feeling? To love is to give someone not only your life But also your mind, soul, trust, thouch, above all Your heart and love Love is not as easy as saying i love you Love takes work, day in and day out There are no breaks for love If you truly love someone, fight Fight to make then see that you do but if the
by ~Prince-Dameon
I LOVE YOUI sit here and my thought wonder to youI LOVE YOU
Longing for the thouch of your flesh upon mine Of how i prtend i can har your voice Valuing the talks we share even if they are a simple "hello" Evaluating my thoughts, wondering if i should keep them
Yearning to hear you whisper sweet notthings in my ear Occupaiting my heart as i got to know you when you walked into my life Unknowning if your feeling the same or even thinking of me as i think of you
by ~Prince-Dameon
Have I ever told youHave I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent, sometimes. I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine?Have I ever told you
Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me through lines and cords, and bytes and ram, I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation, wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out, touchin
by ~Prince-Dameon
I Did My TimeI did my time, With shackles attached to my soul, My fate binding me down, Holding me, Waiting on me, To finally drop, Finally drop and fall to my knees, Helplessly, Then my darkness of my fate was brightened, The shackles stripped away from my soul, Freeing me of my fate and doubts, My angel came to me in my darkest hour, My hour of death, My hour of helplessness, My hour of lost hope, My Angel gave me life as she grabbed those shackles, Tearing them from my soul, Then neutering me, Then loving me, Then caring for me, ThisI Did My Time
by ~Prince-Dameon
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- Current Residence: some were quite
- Interests: Drawing, writing poetry, hateing my poetry
- Favourite movie: Vampire movies or Tim Burtons.......
- Favourite band or musician: ummmmmm.....don't know
- Favourite genre of music: Instrumental and anyhting else im in the mood for
- Favourite artist: Leonardo DaVinci
- Favourite poet or writer: Poet: Edgar Allen Poe, Writer: Genna ShoWalter
- Favourite photographer: Don't have one
- Favourite style of art: Poetry
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- Favourite gaming platform: PS2.....im waiting to get PS3
- Favourite cartoon character: Shikamaru
- Personal Quote: Silence is Golden
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Blood, and paper
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