Busy lives leaves little time for spic and span. Now the habit of a lifetime had become the plan. Perhaps, opening the door to a kind man. A man quiet, who speaks of truth. A man husky of build eo will fight a good fight for you. A man single of purpose, giving a hundred percent. A man who is heaven bound without a cent. A man loved and kissed and hugged and missed.
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY 2Late4luv
I love this songEvery season there is released a song on the waves I cannot resist. I would have bought the record in my youth but now I resign myself to being content to listening to what I can get from the choices on my somewhat less than competent androids recordings and I fulfill the moments with it! No memory is sweeter than when I am hearing it! My head. My heart. My femininity feels each chord and word. And I can escape this self-imposed and well deserved separation from living as I am captive to the message...I have been catching feelings!  |
SensitivityPoints. Pulse. Signals. Astride the beast that defies the odds because perfection is not unique any longer to the gods who once ruled and decided who could connect if only for their entertainment or profit. Sometimes it stirs and reminds us that the past can creep into our lives and destroy us. Hot bloodied humans can defeat the barriers of time and place and resolve the passions out of place. Touched with fingers sinewy and long soon becomes a knotted hand racked with pain that cannot transmit that which fires the signals that ignite that pulse of desire. Err long it takes is what it takes as use of memory remakes a moment that flamed out of control scorched soul left to addiction of that hand. Man. |
Love,?Many words describe the occurrence of emotional attachments. Many days , months and years are needed for the purpose of reassessing it. Love akin to something do unique as smiling, blushing...growing hot with the thought of it. Perfection seeking is the ultimate goal, a link of exhaustive personal contacts with its object . The lasting hope of a flame unextinguishable is what love stories and ballads are our legacies of. Continuous vows of what is shared. Sensitivity unbearable to another's wellbeing, a dare from fate, from love's guardianship, seeking only to prolong the gift. |
ForcesNever seeing, but feeling too well. Always wanting.. But rarely committing my soul to that he'll. Romanticism, anther falsehood, studied too closely and obscurely understood. Just feel and demand. nothing. Life is a constant challenge, possibly gaining something Vivid the plans love careers itself into. Limited the fullness it aspires to. Revelations causing scars that will not fade from sight, torturous the long nights |
ForcesNever seeing, but feeling too well. Always wanting.. But rarely committing my soul to that he'll. Romanticism, anther falsehood, studied too closely and obscurely understood. Just feel and demand. nothing. Life is a constant challenge, possibly gaining something Vivid the plans love careers itself into. Limited the fullness it aspires to. Revelations causing scars that will not fade from sight, torturous the long nights |
Just CrazyI cannot wait for you much longer. Those headaches of jealousy, envy are raging and I need to put that part of us behind me. I need a chance to experience the mellowness of a comfortable, cozy love. One that appreciates a seat on the back porch and dip coffee, too sweet in the mornings and a tail in the afternoons ad.the sun sets in the west as we listen to songs that the world ahead of us will never know. I need to grow. Grow away from a shamble I made as I fertilized a place in my heart where you trudged carelessly. I need to uproot the those deposits of oblivious insights I now have. I need to gag those bitter swallows of hindsight and get over myself, but mostly over you. I can do it. Will you allow me to? |
Not too busyBusy lives leaves little time for spic and span. Now the habit of a lifetime had become the plan. Perhaps, opening the door to a kind man. A man quiet, who speaks of truth. A man husky of build eo will fight a good fight for you. A man single of purpose, giving a hundred percent. A man who is heaven bound without a cent. A man loved and kissed and hugged and missed. |
Not too busyBusy lives leaves little time for spic and span. Now the habit of a lifetime had become the plan. Perhaps, opening the door to a kind man. A man quiet, who speaks of truth. A man husky of build eo will fight a good fight for you. A man single of purpose, giving a hundred percent. A man who is heaven bound without a cent. A man loved and kissed and hugged and missed. |
Not too busyBusy lives leaves little time for spic and span. Now the habit of a lifetime had become the plan. Perhaps, opening the door to a kind man. A man quiet, who speaks of truth. A man husky of build eo will fight a good fight for you. A man single of purpose, giving a hundred percent. A man who is heaven bound without a cent. A man loved and kissed and hugged and missed. |
Not too busyBusy lives leaves little time for spic and span. Now the habit of a lifetime had become the plan. Perhaps, opening the door to a kind man. A man quiet, who speaks of truth. A man husky of build eo will fight a good fight for you. A man single of purpose, giving a hundred percent. A man who is heaven bound without a cent. A man loved and kissed and hugged and missed. |