i like this picture alot! (:
kudos kudos kudos to the photographer.
a helium balloon; let out of grasp, it drifts; but you'd never know, it might just return to you when it lands.
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Fourteenth February, Valentines. The Young's Valentines
Both daytime and at night;
I dream of how you’d feel to touch,
How I’d fill you with delight.
You scarcely know I’m there.
But if I were a super hero,
Then I could make you care.
Lure you and catch you in it,
So you couldn’t just smile and walk away,
After talking less than a minute.
I’d form them as you desire.
We could play till we got it right;
Now that should light your fire.
In my secret underground lair.
I’d kiss and caress you to ecstasy;
Say yes; just take my dare.
Don’t automatically deny me.
Just put yourself in my loving hands;
You won’t be sorry; try me.
Be my heroine, Valentine.
Let me show you why you should choose me,
And why you’ll love being mine.
One thing is surely true, my dear;
Though decades come and decades go,
Just seeing you sets me aglow.
When I pass a mirror, it can make me gag.
My joints all ache; I can hardly move;
Still a smile from you, and I’m in the groove.
But with you along, I can’t complain.
Despite the things that we go through,
I know I’ll never stop loving you.
As we laugh at time from day to day.
So I write this poem, and I’ll hang my sign,
Saying, "Always Be My Valentine."
#2 was really sweet. Haha, I'd like to imagine the person hearing it on the receiving end (:
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From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived.
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