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Wind Chimes

Wind chimes need to be disturbed to be heard. Only through chaos is there music. Share this post: Twitter Facebook LinkedIn Email

Poem 1

Just once, I wish I could kiss you for an hour in the middle of a quiet park; Taste your beautiful lips. Just once, I wish I could hold you in my arms and draw animals on your back; Paint you with my fingers. Just once, I wish I could wake up with your head … Poem 1 Read More »

Poem 3

It’s too rare an emotion,too rare a friendship,too rare an understanding.Few moments in life are worth crying with,but you are definitely one of them.And when the time comesthat I can no longer hold your handand tell you I love you,my heart will cry with painand my skin will grow cold,and I will quietly die. Share … Poem 3 Read More »

Poem 4

You are not my happiness, but I have joy from you. You are not my stability, but I have balance from you. You are not my confidence, but I have strength from you. You are not my lover, but I have romance from you. Share this post: Twitter Facebook LinkedIn Email

Poem 6

Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man. Slip to the books chump, betta find another can. Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man? Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can. Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill. Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill. Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill … Poem 6 Read More »

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Wind Chimes

Wind chimes need to be disturbed to be heard. Only through chaos is there music.

Poem 1

Just once, I wish I could kiss you for an hour in the middle of a quiet park; Taste your beautiful lips. Just once, I wish I could hold you in my arms and draw animals on your back; Paint you with my fingers. Just once, I wish I could wake up with your head on my shoulder; Wrapped in the morning mist.

Poem 3

It’s too rare an emotion,too rare a friendship,too rare an understanding.Few moments in life are worth crying with,but you are definitely one of them.And when the time comesthat I can no longer hold your handand tell you I love you,my heart will cry with painand my skin will grow cold,and I will quietly die.

Poem 4

You are not my happiness, but I have joy from you. You are not my stability, but I have balance from you. You are not my confidence, but I have strength from you. You are not my lover, but I have romance from you.

Poem 6

Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man. Slip to the books chump, betta find another can. Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man? Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can. Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill. Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill. Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill the fuck show. Never know the time of day, bullet finds its own way.

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  • Wind Chimes

    Wind chimes need to be disturbed to be heard. Only through chaos is there music.

  • Poem 1

    Just once, I wish I could kiss you for an hour in the middle of a quiet park; Taste your beautiful lips.

    Just once, I wish I could hold you in my arms and draw animals on your back; Paint you with my fingers.

    Just once, I wish I could wake up with your head on my shoulder; Wrapped in the morning mist.

  • Poem 3

    It’s too rare an emotion,
    too rare a friendship,
    too rare an understanding.
    Few moments in life are worth crying with,
    but you are definitely one of them.
    And when the time comes
    that I can no longer hold your hand
    and tell you I love you,
    my heart will cry with pain
    and my skin will grow cold,
    and I will quietly die.

  • Poem 4

    You are not my happiness, but I have joy from you.

    You are not my stability, but I have balance from you.

    You are not my confidence, but I have strength from you.

    You are not my lover, but I have romance from you.

  • Poem 6

    Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man.

    Slip to the books chump, betta find another can.

    Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man?

    Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can.

    Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill.

    Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill.

    Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill the fuck show.

    Never know the time of day, bullet finds its own way.

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