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Anytime You Want
Contributed by
Red_October
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Thursday, 9th December 2004 @ 11:45:51 AM in AEST
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Life in general
became much more
and much too void
for love to adore
What fidelity seduces
an arrangement for -
and a door
always open
for you to explore
is here
anytime you want.
I'm left missing everyday
spilling out like the pouring rain
I see your face and I always smile
I ask you to stay for awhile
because I'm still in love......
I know there is compromise
killing the butterflies inside me
and it keeps me from moving along -
And the door is
still wide open
so you can come
anytime you want.
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Re: Anytime You Want
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by Stitch on
Thursday, 9th December 2004 @ 11:52:13 AM AEST
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I know there is compromise
killing the butterflies inside me
Ouch. I felt this one. Especially these two lines of ultra honesty.
Stitch |
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Re: Anytime You Want
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by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Thursday, 9th December 2004 @ 11:52:57 AM AEST
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| nice write... I enjoyed it. thanks for sharing. |
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Re: Anytime You Want
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by iodinelove on
Thursday, 9th December 2004 @ 12:59:18 PM AEST
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Life in general ^_^ I had a girlfriend who hated that...
stop generalizing she would say. But hell the world is to be generalized. especially by us, the writers...we're the truth and the lies of the world. The shadow in the darkness^_^
Love is a silly thing. When we are in it, it consumes us. See, it plants a lil seed and that seed, as it grows, tears us apart. A lot of people fight that feeling, because it hurts. But if your love is strong enough to favor the pain, you'll find it only digs out what doesn't need to be there any longer.
Take a rose. The thorns are longest and sharpest at the bottom of the stem. As you move up, they decrease until at last you find the felt and fragile petals. That's how love is...it hurts all the way up, and then you get there, and then something beautiful and silly and horrible all at once happens, like your love dies or you forget what you were in love with. Just like the rose it wilts. But that short time that you were there, you find, changed your life so much, that the pain that would've wrenched you, only builds onto you and prepares you for something more. That is the irony of love. The door never stays open, but opens continually. Thank you ^_^ always, abraham
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