Dreams of LoveA Poem by Murisaka
Love
its pitiful, spiteful unneeded dead. Its nothing like it used to be of how the world would have to stop to give a 'lucky' couple grace and love of a 'God'. Its a greater good the worst of evil a Devil's trick from the tip of a man's dick. Its 'sinful' so we are told but it was done because we have grown old we were put on the earth because someone gave birth after the spiteful touch of 'love' but I still think its more lust gone a step too far because of a baby on the way and the need for money. For a car the rent what can be spent and to knock out the dent. But it would be done over again just without that touch of sin. Love a beautiful thing precious new shiny like her eyes and her ring. The love that sought was all for naught if it was based upon sin i would try it again. for a new effect a massive change to try and select a better Geno range. Love Its a science not an art composed of angle the dangle and how well you can trick her heart. to make her think shes in love with you when all that's needed is to get in her pants and show her what you can do. in the bed, in her head on the floor or against the door. Love The true lost art of being good at something to get the girls heart. machinery makes it easy to forget the lover you need and the fake love you can get. the sensation you can get will just make you forget Love its many things but to me its something that i must beg for i know nothing that i have never felt. The hand I've been dealt was fair but when a girl i love enters the room the tension i feel changes the air. but i love her and i hope she loves me because love thats all that you i need you to be © 2011 MurisakaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 11, 2011 Last Updated on May 11, 2011 AuthorMurisakaChiloquin, ORAboutI'm William, 18, yeah (sarcasm) I like writing poetry, and I tend to look at my life, feelings, and the music I listen to for inspiration. If you haven't already found out from reading my poems I tend.. more..Writing
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