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I tell my therapist I think I am incapable of love At least not with someone who will love me back And maybe I learned it from my mother Or the father who couldn’t love me even if he wanted to And I don’t blame you
Perhaps the great chasm between who he is and where he's going is an issue best left to his peripheral... All to maintain the pedistel in it's upright highly regarded position and sacred representation of pure intent to love.
When I tell you I love you, Do not be taken aback by my sincerity Do not mistake the passion on my tongue for malice The fiery flick of a candle A forest fire in a distant dream
At what point will I stop loving you? Will it be like sun setting after a long day? Will the sun rise again for that matter? Or maybe it will be like a match burning out.
HAPPINESS Happiness is clearly programmed to live in you, but you must absolutely leave room in your heart and head for it to bring you what it must bring you.
I couldn't sleep right, I thought I was texting you all night. You seem to take advantage of my kindness. I never thought it would ever happen. You explain things as if you're always right.
I’ll always remember your kind loving heart, hoping fate will never tear us apart.   Looking back all those years, great love and everlasting tears.  
My coach is someone who cares Someone who works hard, despite his gray hairs During the tough times or the relaxed days I always strive to hear his praise The praise of a coach is not easily earned
I apologize that you don't like me. I apologize that you don't understand me. I apologize that you never got to know the real me. I will not apologize for being me. I will not apologize for having a dream.
As we draw closer, We become the naked vine. The two become one- Breath combined. Her skin so soft, like petals of a rose...His hands fall across her, like a gentle breeze blows. 
Dear Creation,   I am at a crossroads with myself a sinner with high standards believing that someday I’ll find happiness with someone
The first time I saw you, you meant nothing to meThe second time I saw you I forgot your nameIt's been eight months since I first met youYou have been very good for me
Dear any and all, It starts with a search. “I think I might be sick,” you type, fingers hesitant because each word, each letter you feel like, is crying out to the world, with the quietest of voices. Look at me. Look at me.
to you, a year from now-   when climbing up the lighthouse stairs you must always consider the pawn. all the puppets placed for a someday, whale
Mark my skin Breath it in The air tastes sweet, But the cold still bites at our feet. Wrap me up, Show me love. Reconginize change, Adapt for our variety and range. Hold me tight, 
because i love you, i see ultraviolet whenever i close my eyes. i see my shadow, my reflection in the mirror, and i am no longer afraid.   because i love you, i look at the world and i feel safe,
Don't forget to take your medicine; because I love you. Talk to me about how you're feeling; because I love you. Are you having a rough day? I promise you'll be okay. Just lay with me for now. Because I love you.  
America   Have we got what we sought out— Have we deafened our ears— Have we defended with honor— Have we lasted the years?   Learned to love and learned to hate,
The boy who played the Dad to my Mom in preschool. The one who looks like a Who from Horton Hears a Who, and shifts his eyes when we walk past each other on the Coca-Cola stained floor of our church.
Growing up with a challenge like no other. Too "white" to be black they told me. My articulation gave them room for discrimination. I wasn't too "ghetto" enough for their liking
Dip them in a sauce   They'll be there when you are down    Potato chips rule. 
she's pretty, i'll say -  the one who  holds your heart. ruby locks and porcelain skin; your bronze to her pallor holds a beauty even i admire.  a walking contrast down  the street - 
your words are so lovely that they make me yearn to write my own.   
I really tried not to love you I tried to find other joys in life instead but you stuck around, and not once did you leave my head  
Thank you. You changed my entire life with a simple smile. You bring me happiness and gratitude, and make me into a better women everyday.   Thank you.
If you and me be anything but we,   Then my heart shall break in catastrophe.   You are my Love, my life, my wife, my One,   I refuse to believe that we are done.
I am late nights, Working at my studies until I get everything just right.   I am a small town grocery clerk, calling my customers by name, welcoming those that are new.  
OH SO...     You flutter and flail.  You break and bend my very being. Oh, the bittersweet agony of holding you close to my chest.
A perfect family But only to the eye When you come into their lives That perfect family has very dark lies But o'no one pays close attention
I've lived long enough to know how it goes That lovable feeling, keeping me on my toes I've lived long enough to tell you how it ends The infamous "we can still be friends" But what I can't tell you is why
Boy, Why do you keep on askin If I'm takin? If someone's catchin My attention? You should be thinkin That me and you aren't goin To be somethin.
I feel alone, in the most populated places in the world I feel sad that im misunderstood I didnt know how bad it was to be livin in the hood. School motivates me to succeed 
Everytime I see you I can't explain, the fever boiling through my brain, my palms get sweaty and my heart starts racing,
People will judge you from you looks to you attutide  to your nails to your shoes that is what people do they wont remember your name unless you rise into fame and have money and expensive things
I am strong. I do not let the heartbreak affect me. I put on a brave face so as not to let them see, even though my heart is breaking even though I know that I am loved,
If I could live free
  You left me a Kiss of Love             Like a dove             You lips were smooth             Fresh and clean             Coming onto me            
  My Lovable Sweetheart             Starlight eyes             Never leaving mine             Against your thighs, like pillows
Living Father of my youth             Left home, leaving             Silent words of error             Slipping like a ghost             Diving away from me  
Giving a given gift   Unsolved like a puzzle A great maze of much The mystery of time One with design   Living among prime Optimistic and bold Leaving nothing old
She sings. The strings, play like a charm. Tuned so warm, to touch my heart. This is the start.   My lady, My ukulele.
Why do we go through life in a haze? Shouldn't we be illuminating the room with a blaze? Why don't we spend time telling people we care? Why isn't it at all fair?  Teachers, shouldn't you take time to stare?
His green eyes look at me I am so in love How this boy own my heart He makes me swoon when he says my name   I am his army I am his voice He is my pride He is my love  
A rose is a delicate being. It foils at the touch of one finger. It has a radiant screening. It makes one want to linger. Is love like a rose? Should it be touched or messed upon? Love is on the tip of one's nose.
  Ratta - Tat - Tat I hear you coming from your room, “how’d you get out?” I asked Rosy cheeks and a big grin a three year old can make, “I climbed down” he says,
I know why the caged bird sings, To tell me the message, That of which Maya Angelou wrote for me, She wrote it for me, Just for me, You see, Sometimes I need a little pick-me-up,
Think about it a little more she says while I listen. We've only meant as much as we thought we would. I never promised I could.   I said I'd try. I look at her with eyes that only she could look into.
He is small, such a tiny thing. He loves loud, bright, or shiny things.  He's full of laughter, love, and cheer. In Mommy's heart he is darling and dear. His smile gets the attention of many old ladies, They say "So sweet!
It’s Just a Heart! By: Kayla Logan The marketplace was off to a boring start that day, Until the cry to gather close, they heard someone say.
I love you. I love you I love yo I love y I love I lov I lo I l I I I l I lo I lov I love I love y I love yo I love you I love you.
Darkness falls and all are sleeping All but one At midnight a door opens to the night Two bright eyes peer out Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
And so they remember, what it's like to dance in the rain. Let the walls drop, laughing at the world.
Shoes against pavement, Head towards the ground, Trying to keep out the noises, Trying to keep out the sound.
a man a loving man non violent man who wants other man to love one another man to man it wouldn't matter what the skin color of the man it would be how the man acts to another man and if we are man
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