NLEARY666
Trust male - 28 years, GOULBURN, Australia
Blog 14
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POETRY
We Have Been Friends Together
by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together—
Shall a light word part us now?
We have been gay together;
We have laugh'd at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing
Warm and joyous in our breasts.
But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow;
We have been gay together—
Shall a light word part us now?
We have been sad together,
We have wept, with bitter tears,
O'er the grass-grown graves, where slumber'd
The hopes of early years.
The voices which are silent there
Would bid thee clear thy brow;
We have been sad together—
Oh! what shall part us now? -
POETRY
She Walks in Beauty
by George Gordon Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent! -
NUMBERS
I want your number.
I don't care who you are.
I bet you won't give it to me..
just send it to me in a message.
I dare you to copy and paste this and see how many numbers you get. -
POETRY
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death. -
POETRY
I Love You
by Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep. -
SAD
SAD
WHY DOES HAVING YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT FROM YOU HURT SO MUCH ? -
POETRY
I love to listen to you talk,
as you open up to me,
expressing what your feeling,
and everything you see.
I love the way you listen,
and how i know you understand,
everything i'm mumbling,
and help me through it with your hand.
I love how you give me advice,
and tell me what or not to do,
you always make me feel better,
even when i see pictures of you.
I love the way you help me,
whether it is night or day,
your always there,
every step of the way.
I love the way you make me smile,
and make me glow with delight,
you take away my fears,
and make everything alright.
I love everything about you,
and you will always be my friend,
i guess that's what i can't accept,
is that i will love you forever and always till the end. -
BORED
I Don't care who you are. I Bet you won't give it to me.
Name:___________________
Number:___________________- - - Text or Call?__________________- - - - Best time to call/text:__________________
I dare you to copy and paste this and see how many numbers you get!!! -
POETRY
The White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips. -
POETRY
How I Am
by Jason Shinder
When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings
of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
Or if I am falling to earth weighing less
than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up
with their lovers and are carrying food to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices
like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle
passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.
I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away
from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them
