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published: May 7th, 2009

The One Who Loves Me by Nini

The One Who Loves Me

I tear our love open,
I scour what’s left.
And the cleft that’s there,
helps me to get a grip.

And the stars remind me,
what could’ve been there.
But you left me alone,
you left me standing there.

Now I’m ,drowning in the water,
trying to breath with no air.
And you pass me by the shoreline,
just walking, with NO CARE!

But that’s okay, I’ve moved on now,
I got a boy who loves me back.
But you’re chasing after the same girl,
the one you liked BEFORE we met!

Don’t try to ask me out later on,
I won’t answer your calls.
Just like how you left me,
I won’t talk to you at ALL.

I’ll start over fresh now,
all the healing’s done for me.
‘Cause I got a boy now,
one who loves me.

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published: May 7th, 2009

Protection & Dead, Cold, and Broken (The Break-up) by Nini

Protection

I want to feel his arms wrap around me,
I want to feel protected, with his body as a shield.

I want to feel his warmth,
the heat radiating off his body.

And I want to feel his touch, then I’ll know
that he’s there, he’s with me, and
we’re together, hand-in-hand, and side-by-side.

 


 

Dead, Cold, and Broken (The Break-up)

I never thought it would come to this,
but I knew he was someone I’d have to miss,
and now, our love is OVER.

I always loved his laugh and smile,
just being with him made it all worthwhile.
Now he might as well be dead, cold, and buried.

He’s not dead yet, but it feels that way.
I miss his chest, where I used to lay.
Even though it was HIS chest, MY heart is cold and broken.

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published: May 7th, 2009

Secret Admiration by Niara

Secret Admiration

I like the way he walks,
I like the way he talks.
I like the way he looks,
he’s better than a book.

I like the way he smiles,
I like his hair style.
I’d love it if he holds me,
but he doesn’t even know me.

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published: January 23rd, 2009

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
    That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
    That’s sweetly play’d in tune.–

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
    So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
    Till A’ the seas gang dry.–

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
    While the sand o’ life shall run.–

And fare the weel, my only Luve!
    And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

 



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published: January 9th, 2009

Sent North on a Rainy Night by Lǐ Shāngyǐn


Sent North on a Rainy Night by Lǐ Shāngyǐn (812-858)

You ask when I will return.
The time is not known.
Night rain overspills the autumn pools
    in Ba Shan Mountain.
When shall we trim a candle at the western window
And speak of this night’s mountain rain?
        - Translation found in Womb of Every World by Walter Jon Williams

 

Willow by Lǐ Shāngyǐn

Boundless the leaves roused by spring,
Countless the twigs which tremble in the dawn.
Whether the willow can love or not,
Never a time when it does not dance.
Blown fluff hides white butterflies,
Drooping bands disclose the yellow oriole.
The beauty which shakes a kingdom must reach through all the body:
Who comes only to view the willow’s eyebrows?

 



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