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Array ( [sid] => 154358 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Alluring street [time] => 2009-10-22 22:43:41 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Alluring street
2008-07-17 15:21:04
Alluring street

A dark night,

a wet street,

all the stars go out,

all the light goes out,

what date will you make?

I don't mean to ask that,

for I still have nice feelings for you.

I think all the mutilation can be settled by love,

for I have no resort except your love,

loving you so much,

my word is just from a direct course.

Maybe the shades make me undismayed,

you don't seem to lack anything,

am I still your everything?

is your heart as wild as the wet grass?

I wonder why you keep refusing......

You sit silently,

as if care is pressing on your mind,

what problem is too difficult for you to settle,

why can't I open your door?

Talk to me about whatever is troubling you,

I am here......

Yes,

you are living on the alluring street,

when you are depressed,

you can sit here brooding for hours,

but it is getting so late,

why do you still sit in the wet night?

Such a late night,

such a wet street,

phantasm and trueness,

there makes no difference,

so you can't see your love for me becoming cold.

Now,

my heart is aching,

of course you can't cotton on still.

If,

if something special needs me to stop my love,

for you,

I'd love.

Yes,

I would like to burn myself for my love.

I don't know if your heart will bleed after I leave,

I wish you a good sleep.

Ok,

look up into my eyes,

stand up and return with me,

I hope you don't stay on the alluring street alone.

Give you my kiss gently,

please accept my last caress,

let me take you home,

for tonight,

I must keep an eye open for you,

you are too tired,

let us go......

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Alluring street

Contributed by holy on Thursday, 22nd October 2009 @ 10:43:41 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Alluring street
2008-07-17 15:21:04
Alluring street

A dark night,

a wet street,

all the stars go out,

all the light goes out,

what date will you make?

I don't mean to ask that,

for I still have nice feelings for you.

I think all the mutilation can be settled by love,

for I have no resort except your love,

loving you so much,

my word is just from a direct course.

Maybe the shades make me undismayed,

you don't seem to lack anything,

am I still your everything?

is your heart as wild as the wet grass?

I wonder why you keep refusing......

You sit silently,

as if care is pressing on your mind,

what problem is too difficult for you to settle,

why can't I open your door?

Talk to me about whatever is troubling you,

I am here......

Yes,

you are living on the alluring street,

when you are depressed,

you can sit here brooding for hours,

but it is getting so late,

why do you still sit in the wet night?

Such a late night,

such a wet street,

phantasm and trueness,

there makes no difference,

so you can't see your love for me becoming cold.

Now,

my heart is aching,

of course you can't cotton on still.

If,

if something special needs me to stop my love,

for you,

I'd love.

Yes,

I would like to burn myself for my love.

I don't know if your heart will bleed after I leave,

I wish you a good sleep.

Ok,

look up into my eyes,

stand up and return with me,

I hope you don't stay on the alluring street alone.

Give you my kiss gently,

please accept my last caress,

let me take you home,

for tonight,

I must keep an eye open for you,

you are too tired,

let us go......

Copyright © holy ... [ 2009-10-22 22:43:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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