My Blissful Blasphmey

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    My Blissful Blasphmey

    I’m so fucking scared

    That at times I stand back

    Look at my life

    And see how god made a mistake

    He gave me you

    He let me be happy

    For once I feel as if crawling in a hole isn’t the best bet

    I’m so fucking scared he’ll realize it and take you away

    Set me back in my place

    And send back to hell

    I Love him so fucking much

    It hurts

    I hate how in everyone’s eye I’m too young

    There are so many other fish in the sea

    Yet I just want the one I got

    Is forever too much

    When hours fly by like seconds in your arms

    I want to be old, wrinkly and still fucking you

    I used to sit and cry as loneliness grew

    Yet how you make me feel

    Could provoke tears of joy

    Our love is the blasphemy that I never want to escape

    Though sadly I don’t own a crystal ball

    Just a young girl’s heart

    And hope that you’ll be my happily ever after on a white horse.

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    boomboom56 commented on My Blissful Blasphmey

    11-06-2009

    You describe such love and desire for another, a modern Romeo and Juliet. I personally am cheering for you. Hope I can feel that strongly for another some day.

    BigDaddyCash commented on My Blissful Blasphmey

    11-04-2009

    Thank you for joining my group of friends I pleased to have you as a friend. Real success begins with a friend and everything else in life is a bonus. If your dreams and desires are to become rich and famous and you set your goals to make this your main purpose in life, what good would it all be without friends? You should treat a friendship like a rose garden, feed it with love, kindness and understanding and watch it blossom into a beautiful rose. There is nothing more valuable than a true friend, all other successes in your life's journey mean nothing if you can't share them with a friend. LOL, BDC P.S. Let's see some of your magical creations. What I've read here shows great talent.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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