Wishful ThinkingWishful ThinkingWishful Thinking
Holding hands and late night talks, Adoring smiles and country walks, Romantic candlelit dinners, Make me feel I’m a winner.
If I said I love you I know you’d say it too, That smile was meant for me, No one else would do.
We would tease and taunt, And flirt and flaunt, Our lips may never speak. Then for all of time one look across Will make our knees go weak.
But in the end it was all a dream You’ve never really loved me. I guess it was all in my head, - You’re still my d
Somtimes?Sometimes?Somtimes?
Sometime I wish That everything could be said, That I could just admit to you What goes on inside my head.
I know that you don’t think of me The way I think of you, Used to think dreams were real, Now I know that’s far from true.
It can make me so happy Just to see you smile To hear you laugh so freely Though that only lasts a while.
I see you and I want you, This has all become a need, And curse that day that I knew Love had planted this seed.
Do you think it’s ea
This Is It..This Is It.This Is It..
I don’t know if you’ll ever think of me As more than just a friend. Sometimes I think I drive you
Completely round the bend.
We met, we talked, we kissed, It made me feel in heavenly bliss, But now I think how far you are, My very own shooting star.
I would not be able to stand, If I looked round
And there she held your hand. It would just hurt me too bad.
My mother once told me That feelings never change, Though I’ll just wait and see, If one day you’ll be in range.
The Measurement Of LoveYou are my heart You are my soul I'll love you more than you will ever know To share this life This life with you Is a thing i'm waiting for Morning comes And with the sun Illuminates my view of you Your eyes trace mine My hand grazes yours Which one of us loves the other more? But love is not a measurement Nor a way of telling time It's a way for one to say "Your heart is mine."The Measurement Of Love
Dreamt RealityDescending into deep confusion what I see is my illusion. Shrouded tales as gospel posed reality has been trasnposed.Dreamt Reality
Mirrors casting odd reflections, odder still upon inspection. Grasping shadows, balance slides in this dimension solace hides.
Playing games of cat and mouse, I'm lost inside this conjured house. Elusion is the master plan, the only way to win this hand.
Madd
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take - but by the places and moments that take our breath away! ~Anonymous~
I am loving my inner self - what about you?
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To Love And To Be Loved. Let's Just Hope That Is Enough.
I heard him on U105 earlier
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~*~'...In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song//Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong...'~*~
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Stop.
Think.
Then run away.
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-- Your Friendly Neighborhood Vulpine <3 ~
~ Foxy, Foxy!
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