Love Won't Die

I drew a picture on my hand. It's a heart on a *insert term*ogram.
A line deally.
This was inspired by it. Randomly I suppose.


My love for you will never die.
My love is yours forever.
It won't go away, it won't fade, dissolve or dilute.
It won't be stolen away, it won't be pushed off.

I'll stay for you forever.
I'll wait, I'll stand, I'll love.
I'll care, I'll listen, I'll be yours.
My body is yours.
My heart is yours.
My life, my love, is yours.

Take it as you will.
Take it all you want.
I won't go away, my dearest I'll stay.
Forever yours.

'Til DEATH do us part.
I won't die on you.
We'll never part.

This love we have.
It's special. It's eternal.
It's ours.
Mine and yours. Forever.
And this love won't die.

While it is nice- It seems... Too simple. I dunno, considering all of my stuff is freestyle. Reading this, I felt it was a little 'recycled'. Said one too many times. Of course, love is talked about too much regardless.

Yes well, I was actually in a mood when I did this. I dunno what it was, but it was wierd. In any case, I agree that it isn't my best work.

I only write when in moods :)

Mine was awkward this morning. Remember?

Yeah man, you generally concerned me. As stated before, I had never seen you like that.

What went down?

I was just thinking all morning. It killed my morning off hardcore.
I cheered myself up in German by drawing a picture. It's a drawing of mine and Gillian's daughter painting, as she once described to me.
I also wrote a bunch of stuff around it. Just kinda inspiring myself to keep going type stuff. I had a real "I'm dead now" morning.
Brought on by myself of course, as usual. I've been thinking again the last hour or so, and it's killing me again. I'd go to sleep, but I'm afraid of my dreams lately. Nothing bad, it's good stuff, but I wake up crying from it. I just want it all to go well, and I guess for a few seconds after waking up I believe it to be true, my dream, and that makes me happy, then the fact I'm awake kicks in and I have a good cry.
I was actually crying in German class too. I don't think anyone noticed though, thankfully.

Well I certainly didn't, which is odd- cause I'd usually notice that shit. Thinking. A dangerous thing to do. Daughter eh? You kids plan so young nowadays...

I've just always wanted a daughter. Gil told me she'd do her best to give me one. I know it's kinda hard to try for that, but it made me feel good her saying it.

Apparently before me she never wanted to have children, and just to adopt. She makes me ever so happy. I'm actually kinda crying right now thinking of how happy she really makes me.

This is the time of thoughts.
The time of rememberance is over.
Rejoice, for love is in plentiful supply, for sayings are said, that say a lot to mend the heart of a lovers mind.
The day breaks to night in the time, a night of truth and dismay. Love and hate, thought pure.
Serious thought mixes with gleeful rememberance and hopeful planning.
Love. It's all I need.
I didn't plan for it.
Before I got it I gave up on it.
I got it and it's the world to me.
The world in the time of thoughts is empty, stopped purely for the times reasons.
Going deeper into relation, friendship, love, lust.
Ever deeper. Depper still.
The time of thoughts ends in an epiphany.
I wonder what mine will be?

Hey I wrote a poem in a poem thread.

Quote:

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Originally posted by Mr. Kenny@4 Minutes Ago

Love.* It's all I need.*

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Quoted for Typical Teenage Alert.

No. Its not all you need, remember you need other things, and you two will be A-OKAY.