Mold me
Hold me
until i burn cold
until i turn old
Stow me away
smuggle me into your heart
or throw me away
if you just want to be a part
of a part of me
and not the whole
You can't make penicillin
from every mold...
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CATEGORY
romance
Mold me
Hold me
until i burn cold
until i turn old
Stow me away
smuggle me into your heart
or throw me away
if you just want to be a part
of a part of me
and not the whole
You can't make penicillin
from every mold...
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The Immortal Wize says: Fire in the hole, love it sonofsun, soglad to see back. |
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The Immortal Wize says: Fire in the hole, love it sonofsun, soglad to see back. |
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sonofsun5211 says: lol... thanx... glad to be back |
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Street Cries says: Nice ink |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY sonofsun5211
SupermanStop Wait Let me put on my cape I’m not That great I just said it for your sake As I Save you You keep running toward wealth But why When I knew You don’t care care about our health Stressing Over lessons That I’ve already learned And resting On bridges That should have long burned But if I Set it to flame You wouldn’t be able to escape And I’d fly Home in shame To go and get my cape
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MoldMold me Hold me until i burn cold until i turn old Stow me away smuggle me into your heart or throw me away if you just want to be a part of a part of me and not the whole You can't make penicillin from every mold...
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PiecesI'm no philosopher but here is my thesisyou'll fall apartand I'll pick up the piecestime and time againthings get out of handand you fall into my armswhen you can hardly standcarrying both our weightwithstanding both our paini am the rope that boundstethering our brainsto sanity when thingstry to pull us from our rootsmiddle fingers to the worldwith blood in our bootsbut i am the strengthand i am the fortand i am the shieldand i am the swordbut sometimes I'm defenselessand i slip between the creasesand I'm puzzled to findthere's no one picking up the pieces.... |
Love Won't Let MeLove is like the Autobahn, it has no speed limit. What else would you expectwhen you're putting your all in it?What else would you expectwhen it's something you don't plan?What else would you expectwhen love hates its biggest fans?See, I too love love,but look where it gets me.I would love to love you, but love won't let me. |
DumbfoundLooking for love
but instead dumb found
me now im stuck on stupid
looking so dumbfound
i didn't know
you didn't know
you can't know
what you won't
therefore
how can you know what you don't
please ease these breezes
for they leave trees leavless uprooting deep roots like cyclones of love that cycle with hate the cycle it's fate ache is what it takes to break us too much on the plate it saves us our appetites ate us and our own games played us in an outrage we outrage us how outrageous cold contagious im down to pages the only places i can hide ... |
why you?...when you're ok it's all right but you've got it all wrongyou see it's not alrightto make my nights longjust because you're all gooddoesn't make me okaythere can still be bad for meeven on your best daysand not to be selfishor even self-centeredbut you know if i'm doing badas soon as i enterso do good by meand i would stand by youinstead you make me hate love...why you? |
WHY ME?...WHY DO YOU LOVE ME I'M NOT THAT SPECIALBUT YOU FIGHT FOR MEWHEN I HATE TO WRESTLEYOU SEE ME DIFFERENTMORE THAN I CAN SEEMY PEDESTAL IS HIGHYOU THINK I'M DEEP AS THE SEASYOU SAY MY POWERIS TOO A FURTHER DEGREEAND MAKES YOUR TEMPERATURE RISETHOUGH I THINK I'M LOW KEYBUT WHEN I'M WITH YOUI'M AS HAPPY AS I CAN BEI ONLY HAVE ONE QUESTION...WHY ME? |
LovelyLove me Love moreLoves lostLove loreLovelyLoverLove hearingLove roarLove youLoving usLove lettingLove soarLove meLovelyLoves orLove lore |
Love Is A WeedLove is a weed That just pops upFor some it's slowFor me it's always abruptQuick to bud and multiplyFor love is a vineThat will completely take overIf given the timeAnd it may shed it's leavesBut it has strong rootsFor love is a treeAnd it will still bare fruitThough it can be cut downAnd turned back to a seedWatered by hateFor love is a weed |