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Life is a blank canvas waiting for you to paint on it. Sarcastic, mean, shy, and vain. Writing, music, scenery, and nature. Criticism, ignorance,..

Oh my dear sweet lover, whom I call mine, Trevor you're the greatest under the sun. The birds do sing in such a rhythmic chime, Only to rejoice of ..

If I were the painter, You'd be my canvas.... And you would be my most Brilliant work of art. Your hues would be like no other, And my favorite p..

My try at a Medieval Ballad..

I feel like passing out Into a million little pieces. Hopefully I'll fly away, And end up with you. I feel like melting Into your arms. Hopefu..

And that's how i think you know you love someone... when they consume your every thought and you love it... you don't want it to go away. it's perf..

Even in the darkest of times, You've always been my candle. And walking through such a mess With anyone else doesn't feel comforting. Now, I've sa..

These thoughts captivate me Justas the poacher Captivates the snake. Your eyes are a constant reminder Of what's happened in the past year. Walki..

I'm reaching out to you, baby. Grab hold of my hand please, Because it's the only feeling I have of being Close. I love you... now touch me, Plea..

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