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walkin' this Road we call Life, Alone, and Upside-Down. i like this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Boy in the Sweatshirt of Red/Scissors; a poem i wrote about a very, very dear and beloved young man in my life: I always think of Your Golden Hair, when I think of You, at all Then Your Eyes, and then Your Smile--then Your Body, so thin and tall I invision many different Colors, when I think about Our Past I see Blues, and I see Red--Worn on A Day too good to Last I loved Your Arms; You know I did; for I told You all The Time All I wanted, was for those Caramel-Toned Arms, to one day soon, be Mine The Touch upon Your Face--in which My fingertips found Joy--reminded Me that Your Gentle Skin, was only of A Boy's We were(Are) Children; We Are Young We Were(Are) In Love, But never To Be One Along The Way, We've come So Close--but never near enough to Grasp It But the Truth I Feel, when You hold Me?; behind My Face, I must learn to Mask It; For A Villainous Friend forces me to; Oh, She Hates My Love for You And how I Hate, the fact that toward Her, Your Love really must be True The Clock Ticks Away-- Ticks Away, Ticks Away... And with each Tick, You are Farther, and Farther, Away I realized that, when I Saw, What The Scissors Had Done, To The Once Boy-ish Hair, that Split Off with a Run My Hands can't help but Reach, and Touch the Strands on Your Head Loving You, more than Ever; the Boy in The Sweatshirt of Red You are now a Young Man; Youth?, It Slips from Your Face And Skips Away, to the Memories, and A Place, In My Heart i cannot live, i can't breathe, unless you do this with me.
The Boy in the Sweatshirt of Red/Scissors; a poem i wrote about a very, very dear and beloved young man in my life: I always think of Your Golden Hair, when I think of You, at all Then Your Eyes, and then Your Smile--then Your Body, so thin and tall I invision many different Colors, when I think about Our Past I see Blues, and I see Red--Worn on A Day too good to Last I loved Your Arms; You know I did; for I told You all The Time All I wanted, was for those Caramel-Toned Arms, to one day soon, be Mine The Touch upon Your Face--in which My fingertips found Joy--reminded Me that Your Gentle Skin, was only of A Boy's We were(Are) Children; We Are Young We Were(Are) In Love, But never To Be One Along The Way, We've come So Close--but never near enough to Grasp It But the Truth I Feel, when You hold Me?; behind My Face, I must learn to Mask It; For A Villainous Friend forces me to; Oh, She Hates My Love for You And how I Hate, the fact that toward Her, Your Love really must be True The Clock Ticks Away-- Ticks Away, Ticks Away... And with each Tick, You are Farther, and Farther, Away I realized that, when I Saw, What The Scissors Had Done, To The Once Boy-ish Hair, that Split Off with a Run My Hands can't help but Reach, and Touch the Strands on Your Head Loving You, more than Ever; the Boy in The Sweatshirt of Red You are now a Young Man; Youth?, It Slips from Your Face And Skips Away, to the Memories, and A Place, In My Heart Related topics: restricted rock paper scissors running with scissors trailer rock paper scissors pictures curved iris scissors dance sister dance scissor sisters abs scissor thin hair scissors automotive scissor lifts acme scissor 30 scissor jack |