Love Is Love
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Thanks MAN, I appreciate all that YOU just said, and so I should and WILL, take Your Words to ME, as what exactly YOU only right here, thinks of Me as true.
Protection. It comes from a Primal place deep within that it creates Instincts that rivals a stone cold killer and WE become the Savage threat because Love is Love and that's the root of OUR Power.
I used to think that waiting was going to kill me,
That one day it would just be too much to see the person I love in love with someone else.
So while I was waiting,
Floating,
Falling.
I can go through the motions,
But am I really processing?
I slowly fade out my surroundings,
Logical yet Philosophical
Love to be heard, not just merely a word
Especially during these troubling times
While we are wearing a mask to hide our beautiful faces.
I met you in a den wolves
I still remember the look on your face
2:54 am lit through the darkness
Expecting you to ignore not see me
Then you came over and said
Here upon this old woven chair
She sits in the land of the inbetween
Perched under a wooden sign post
The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs
There at the very tip toe top
On the water there
A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath,
alone,
more words tumble from the mouth.
Mirror, mirror,
As I speak to you
the petal finds a break
On the water there
A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath,
alone,
more words tumble from the mouth.
Mirror, mirror,
As I speak to you
the petal finds a break
they ask how i can know
for sure i like girls
as if it is a question up for debate
like you would choose this life
just to experience the hate and
the pressure and the pain
they ask how i can know
for sure i like girls
as if it is a question up for debate
like you would choose this life
just to experience the hate and
the pressure and the pain
When I was young,
Living in a world of hate,
My mind created a cage.
It was told that love has chains,
Love must be restrained,
We live a good life, but they do not care.
We try to be kind, and yet, they do not care.
To them we are cursed, our love belongs in a hearse.
The ‘welcoming’ gates of heaven lock on our arrival.
To my 18-year-old self,
I know you are scared
Because it took you forever
To admit to yourself
That you might be gay.
I know you’re confused
Because you’ve liked boys before, too
Opalescent eyes of a warm
Summer Day
Our cotton dresses flow
Musical laughter under the Oak tree
Faces in the grass; we breath in
The earth that made us
Lips like a freshly picked Apple
You asked me to point out excatly where you hurt me,
yet, thoughout the 2 years we've been together you seemes to have my
hands tied behind my back.
He had eyes green as lily pads,
And a heart, large as the pond outside his grandad’s house
Where we splashed and squealed as children.
You versus me
Is that what from now on will be?
I am here with her now
You there with him in that town
Last night I made her cum
You thought last night he could run
I know you heard me when I asked you to stop using that word
I know you heard me when I asked why you speak so hatefully
I know you heard me when I told you to stop acting like it was all my fault
I love how your hand fits in mine, I love how your smile can light up a room, I love how your eyes shine in the sun light, I love when your Eyes meet mine. You are the Ronald to my Hermine.
78 I never thought you could change. You're 78. You're stuck in many of your ways, but one day you changed, it all started with a girl named Emily. Seventh grade, my first ever crush on someone that I couldn't shake or ignore.
I’ve come to love
As easily as I breathe
I am the dove
I carry love on the leaf
I’ve come to learn
Love blooms in all different forms
Seeds sewn in burned
Untended soil of potential
I'm writing even though I have a fuck ton of homework to do.
I can't help it, she is stuck on my mind.
So let me tell you about the girl who doesn't let me eat out of tupaware, to her the food is prepared and plated with love.
Oh, but our love only lived in my mind
It was always too good to be true
Do I just leave it all behind?
Or foolishly find my way back to you
Holding silvers and golds into place on your neck,
Keeping notes and to-do lists on a refrigerator in check.
is awesome.
is accepting.
is civil.
is respecting.
is beneficial to the rights of others.
is now legal in all 50 states.
is Constitutionally protected.
is not evil.
is not immoral.
Years of silence, many lives gone,
they felt alone and weak so they decided to leave,
they were waiting for help and the strength to go on,
when they couldn't find it they died leaving families to grieve.
Love the sound of joyful laugh
Love the fruitful thoughts that brings a smile to your face
Love is love
Love the hand that feeds you
By the END nothing can be undone
A cross or two may lead but in the soul there is nothing
I concur.
If it's against my religion,
it should be illegal.
And while we're passing laws,
let's make divorce illegal,
and premarital sex,
and tattoos
and drugs
and alcohol
Love is Love,
No matter the skin color.
Love is Love,
No matter the shape.
Love is Love,
No matter the sex.
So who are you to tell me what shouldnt be?
Who are you to tell me who loves me?
