To the man standing on the corner with the sign that says "God hates gays". I've never seen exactly who it is that you paperclip your knees, melt your hands together and pray to, but I bet I know what he looks like I. I bet your god is about 5'10. I bet he weighs 185. Probably stands the way a high school diploma does when its next to a GED. I bet your god has a mother. I bet he wears flannel shirts with no sleeves, wears fanny packs and shirts that say "Get er' done." I bet your god plans a banjo, I bet he watches Fox news, Dog the Bounty hunter and voted for John McCain and loves Bill Riley. I bet his high school served Racism in the cafete
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak, & then suck my ex girlfriends name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. Come to me like an afternoon, come to me. Slowly, as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders. If you let me be your sunlight, I'll penetrate your darkness until you speak in angel. Pull me closely, tell me that you love me. Then scratch your future into your back so I can be everything you live for. I promise that I would die for you daily and then resurrect in your sleep. I promise that I will love you as if it's the only thing that I've ever done correctly.
Where will it go? by thesoundofheartbreak, literature
Literature
Where will it go?
What is love, but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured and shared with another
All tests it will endure?
What is love, but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength to shame the mountains
And halt times ceaseless flow?
What is love, but a triumph,
A glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts
A bond the angels have ordained?
What is love, but a champion,
To cast the tyrant from his throne,
And raise the flag of truth and peace,
And fear of death oerthrow?
What is love, but a beacon,
To guide the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals
That dash cherished dreams apart?
The missing treasure of this sinking vessel
On the seafloor, where it would nestle
Against the base for years it'd lay
Patiently waiting for that special day
When I would come to claim my prize
Hoping the chest to my surprise
Would hold the heart that I've been missing
The talks, the laughs, the hugs, the kissing
That day has come and now I'll find
What lies ahead, no longer behind
I've searched through darkness, to the deepest sea
And found that chest staring back at me
What lies inside, I do not know
Unlock the latch and open slow
I peek within, with nerves I'm shaking
The prize inside could stop the aching
Cause within the
To the man standing on the corner with the sign that says "God hates gays". I've never seen exactly who it is that you paperclip your knees, melt your hands together and pray to, but I bet I know what he looks like I. I bet your god is about 5'10. I bet he weighs 185. Probably stands the way a high school diploma does when its next to a GED. I bet your god has a mother. I bet he wears flannel shirts with no sleeves, wears fanny packs and shirts that say "Get er' done." I bet your god plans a banjo, I bet he watches Fox news, Dog the Bounty hunter and voted for John McCain and loves Bill Riley. I bet his high school served Racism in the cafete
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak, & then suck my ex girlfriends name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. Come to me like an afternoon, come to me. Slowly, as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders. If you let me be your sunlight, I'll penetrate your darkness until you speak in angel. Pull me closely, tell me that you love me. Then scratch your future into your back so I can be everything you live for. I promise that I would die for you daily and then resurrect in your sleep. I promise that I will love you as if it's the only thing that I've ever done correctly.
The missing treasure of this sinking vessel
On the seafloor, where it would nestle
Against the base for years it'd lay
Patiently waiting for that special day
When I would come to claim my prize
Hoping the chest to my surprise
Would hold the heart that I've been missing
The talks, the laughs, the hugs, the kissing
That day has come and now I'll find
What lies ahead, no longer behind
I've searched through darkness, to the deepest sea
And found that chest staring back at me
What lies inside, I do not know
Unlock the latch and open slow
I peek within, with nerves I'm shaking
The prize inside could stop the aching
Cause within the
Where will it go? by thesoundofheartbreak, literature
Literature
Where will it go?
What is love, but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured and shared with another
All tests it will endure?
What is love, but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength to shame the mountains
And halt times ceaseless flow?
What is love, but a triumph,
A glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts
A bond the angels have ordained?
What is love, but a champion,
To cast the tyrant from his throne,
And raise the flag of truth and peace,
And fear of death oerthrow?
What is love, but a beacon,
To guide the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals
That dash cherished dreams apart?
Scream For Me A Love Song by comesniffsharpies, literature
Literature
Scream For Me A Love Song
Scream for me a love song.
Spin for me a tale.
It can have the good and bad,
decide what it entails.
Dig out your eyes,
and then describe,
the color of my cries.
Then scream for me a love song,
and make me forget the lies.
Cut off your hand,
and then descend,
come closer to the end.
Then scream for me a love song,
and bring me closer to the bend.
Hand me your heart,
and I'll tear it apart,
but I'll give it back when I've done my part.
Then scream for me a love song,
and send me away, real far.
We'll go th