Array ( [sid] => 179908 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Beyond Me [time] => 2014-12-01 01:45:22 [hometext] => I think there is something there, although I am very obtuse [bodytext] => I love you,
I think that I love you.
Prepare for the awkward attention,
Because I do not know how to behave without restraint.
I wear it on my sleeve,
That's why I am so vulnerable.
My heart is open to you,
Spilling over with enthusiasm.
Halfhearted I do not pursue.
Perusing this sexual tension with you.
There isn't a self-help book for Life
Living for dummies as it were.
If you would love me well,
I would be your paramour
It is amazing what a little love and freedom will do.
They should have learned that during the revolution.
Napoleon, that little yipping dog,
Wasn't a lover either.
It was more control and lip-service,
A cloak and dagger masquerade,
You'll get stabbed in the back
As they tell you honey dipped lies.
The desire for a passionate love,
My own aeipathy.
Consumed with the dreams of a lover who loves,
A mourner who mourns.
My own muse, who refuses to love me little.
Without restraint or apprehension.
An apparition that I have yet to meet.
Where is she, where is the love I so long for?
Beyond me,
In a softer bed, in stronger arms.
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Beyond Me
Date: Monday, 1st December 2014 @ 01:45:22 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: deadreckoning1983
I love you,
I think that I love you.
Prepare for the awkward attention,
Because I do not know how to behave without restraint.
I wear it on my sleeve,
That's why I am so vulnerable.
My heart is open to you,
Spilling over with enthusiasm.
Halfhearted I do not pursue.
Perusing this sexual tension with you.
There isn't a self-help book for Life
Living for dummies as it were.
If you would love me well,
I would be your paramour
It is amazing what a little love and freedom will do.
They should have learned that during the revolution.
Napoleon, that little yipping dog,
Wasn't a lover either.
It was more control and lip-service,
A cloak and dagger masquerade,
You'll get stabbed in the back
As they tell you honey dipped lies.
The desire for a passionate love,
My own aeipathy.
Consumed with the dreams of a lover who loves,
A mourner who mourns.
My own muse, who refuses to love me little.
Without restraint or apprehension.
An apparition that I have yet to meet.
Where is she, where is the love I so long for?
Beyond me,
In a softer bed, in stronger arms.
Beyond me.

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