Apr 20 2011

April 12, 2011

Published by at 12:56 pm under emo Poems

There are guys who have the talent, they have passion and creativity.

It spills out from their fingertips with innocence and sensitivity.

They have a certain quality that attracts love and affection,

they write sincerely from the heart and they develop intimate connections.

They’re seen by women as deep, someone who needs to be pondered.

Love is easy for them, love is theirs to be laundered.

Some guys are natural lovers, the good ones resist growing smug.

Passion is a second language, intimacy an addicting drug.

But I’m not that guy.

I can write all the rhymes in the world

but I’m not that guy.

I can write about tenderness, sweetly and thorough

but I’m not the guy who finds true love.

I’m not the one who touches souls

“She’ll come along someday, don’t lose faith.”

But I’m not the one who captures hearts,

I’m the one who dreams like fools.

This post was submitted by Cardiomyalgia.

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5 Responses to “April 12, 2011”

  1. ms.emptyon 20 Apr 2011 at 5:33 pm

    nice 🙂

  2. pixieon 20 Apr 2011 at 6:33 pm

    excellently written
    i love it, very original
    ^_^

  3. sebastianon 22 Apr 2011 at 11:09 am

    interesting

  4. KHLE02on 24 Apr 2011 at 8:15 pm

    Amazing!! 🙂 I love the honesty.

  5. zombierawron 27 Apr 2011 at 1:55 am

    ww that is really good. you have talent
    you should publsh a book someday.. maybe :woot:

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