The Words That Makes You...And Breaks You: Poetry And Thoughts Bind Together
The optimist insists that we live in the best of worlds, the pessimist fears that he is right.   
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
The things we say
The things you say
You love me
You want to make me happy
You want to make me feel warm
You want to make me feel special
You don’t want to hurt me
I’m the perfect boyfriend
I don’t deserve the things you have done to me lately

The things I say
I love you
I want to make you happy
I want to make you feel warm
I want to make you feel special
I don’t want to hurt you
I want to make you feel complete
We both want the same things.
I don’t understand how you can’t see that this is not enough.
You are not happy, you are not even trying.
You don’t feel the warmth I’m giving, you want to be cold?
You don’t feel special, when that’s all you are to me.

Labels:

posted by Andreas @ 22:27  
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home
 

Unspoken Words

Name: Andreas
Home: Skåne, Sweden
About Me: Andreas Zetterqvist, 26 years old, hetrosexual. Three passions are present in my life: music, writing and my gf. Music represents the essence of my being, writing represent the expression of my soul, my gf keeps me sane. Laughter keeps my heart light and intact. Thinking keeps my juices flowing. Friends mean the world to me. But trust is something I give to selected few. No one has 100% of my trust. Very few have something close to it. I don't look like a supermodel. And I'm fine with that now at this time of my life because in my own way, I have a beauty that surpasses all these so-called beautiful people. And I'm not being cocky, just showing some much needed confidence. I have a major in network technology, but confined my future with sales. I'm a poet for a few years. I like to think I'm a lot of different things. But for sure I'm a good boy with class, who's a sweetheart and down to earth. But God bless you if you mess with me because I'm a force to be reckoned with. I think birthdays and holidays are special and I think writing is the best way of therapy. I'm honest because I've spent too many years hiding. So if you want to get to know me better, just ask. Or read on.
Visitors:
See my complete profile
Previous Post
Archives
Lables
Shoutbox

There are many races in life but in the end the only race is with yourself. Everyone's choice begins with a dream, because with dreams everything is possible.

Links