Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Finally found the guts to call, finally dialed in,
You weren't there, and I do this stupid dance again,
I sit alone, by myself, in my home, with my inside out.
Listen to the song, and feel no touch.
My beating heart's bleeding too much.Now with my poem I ask you name?
And with this song, will it be the same?
Will you roll your eyes, or smile on me?
I must know what my future will be.I hear the laugh flow from the net,
If I had odds, I would lose the bet.
You see me cold, yet burning up.
This lonely man, and his empty cup.Like the water flowing slow from the tap,
Will you fill me up, or will you laugh?
And walk away, just leave me crushed,
Or kiss me soft, and watch me blush?Now I know I must call again the next day,
And what will I do, if you "Yes" say?
My hands now shake as I write this prose,
Will I wither alone or bloom a new rose?If you say nein, I can deal with that.
I'm so used to being laughed at.
The greatest fear, I hold the most,
Is that you will want to get close.So what do I do? Where do I stand?
Should I just buck up, and be a man?
Or let my fear and doubt drive me?
Will all alone I'll ever be?I guess I must Carpe' Diem now.
And regardless of who what how,
I'll show my hand, and call this bet,
Cause I'm not done bleeding yet.
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You're terrific at turning situations into poems in no time at all. 😛
Especially like the last line: 'Cause I'm not done bleeding yet.
And, yes, you are going to be a man, and call her back tomorrow 😖hifty: lol XD
hahaha until that comment,
Originally posted by Tassie, i was ok,and anonymous... thanks tass... hahaahahaha! whaddya gonna do? wrench my arm and force me? hahahah!
clapYou're terrific at turning situations into poems in no time at all. 😛
Especially like the last line: 'Cause I'm not done bleeding yet.And, yes, you are going to be a man, and call her back tomorrow 😖hifty: lol XD
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Finally found the guts to call, finally dialed in,
You weren't there, and I do this stupid dance again,
I sit alone, by myself, in my home, with my inside out.
Listen to the song, and feel no touch.
My beating heart's bleeding too much.Now with my poem I ask you name?
And with this song, will it be the same?
Will you roll your eyes, or smile on me?
I must know what my future will be.I hear the laugh flow from the net,
If I had odds, I would lose the bet.
You see me cold, yet burning up.
This lonely man, and his empty cup.Like the water flowing slow from the tap,
Will you fill me up, or will you laugh?
And walk away, just leave me crushed,
Or kiss me soft, and watch me blush?Now I know I must call again the next day,
And what will I do, if you "Yes" say?
My hands now shake as I write this prose,
Will I wither alone or bloom a new rose?If you say nein, I can deal with that.
I'm so used to being laughed at.
The greatest fear, I hold the most,
Is that you will want to get close.So what do I do? Where do I stand?
Should I just buck up, and be a man?
Or let my fear and doubt drive me?
Will all alone I'll ever be?I guess I must Carpe' Diem now.
And regardless of who what how,
I'll show my hand, and call this bet,
Cause I'm not done bleeding yet.
When I read this drivel I feel the inducement of what could be described as the literal representation of dining on month old placenta which has been left out in the desert. Yes, it's that baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Please stop now, my head hurts.
Another awesome song.
Artist: Jethro Tull
Song: Fires at Midnight
Album: Songs from the Wood
(I really wonder why I like it?!?)
I believe in fires at midnight,
when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle,
a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window,
frogs and newts slip in the dark.
Build a little fire at midnight,
I'll sit easy, fan the spark...
Kindled by the dying embers
of another working day.
Go upstairs take off your makeup,
Fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song
as I all to seldom do.
Build a little fire at midnight,
It's good to be back home with You.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
ok, i made my call, and we are goin out Friday. many thanks to Tassie, who gives me courage. hahahaha!😄
Congrats!! 😱
*bows to knight for his courage, and to self for a job well done* 😊
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Y'know, there should be a thread on poetic lyrics.. I get a lot of my inspiration from music, actually.
With you cheering me on, I can accomplish legendary feats,
From diving the deepest waters to climbing the highest peaks,
All my battles can be won, never defeat shall I fear,
For I am invincible as long as I hear you cheer!
My muscles ripple with your sweet simple song,
My legs pump harder as I struggle on,
My lungs draw in your wondrous melody,
And my blood surges with the energy.
Your voice makes my mind move faster than light,
And with the harmony it's soon out of sight,
My hands work magic from the notes you sing,
With you cheering me on, I can do anything!
For Tassie, another Inspiring day. HAHA! 😄