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Awww, tummy! 

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I love you but, I can never say it.

I need you so bad, I ache all over.

I want to make you mine forever.

But, what if you don’t feel the same?

Our friendship is one I shall always treasure.

You always make me laugh so long.

Singing and swinging to any song.

So, hold me, just a minute more.

We are close and, in eachother, we find pleasure.

I don’t care about your little flaws & quirks

(My favorite? Your smug and knowing smirk)

Won’t you say my name again?

I can’t explain it at all, we just fit

Like a puzzle, don’t you agree?

You are my missing piece, so tell me

If you feel the same. 

I fear of losing you so badly 

And that our bond will not stay strong,

For I’ve been mates with you so long. 

So, please, I beg you don’t move on! 

I love you but, I’m too afraid to tell you,

Which is the reason for this poem.

I know that you do not care for poems,

Which is why I did not write your name. 

Yet, I’ll always wonder, did you felt the same?

british-music:

”One night he was so drunk that I had to drag him away from the pub and bring him in a park to vomit. When he finished, he was upset and we sat on a bench. Still drunk and hesitant, he pointed his finger at a star straight above our heads and he said:

-That is the star my mother dedicated to me and it has always been mine. But from now on it will be yours too, if you want. Its name is Mary Julia and everytime you will look at it in any situation, any moment you will know that I’m there near to you laughing about how queer you are. I will always be there, I promise, I will look at you from Mary Julia. And even the contrary because it’s our star, just ours, a star that belongs to two idiots that strum and that every night lie on a bench full of alcohol.

I was flabbergasted, and together we started to laugh.

Some years later I looked at that star and I cried for a whole night.
His laugh near me wasn’t enough to make me stop. But I realised that he kept his promise and it was beautiful.”

[Paul McCartney on John Lennon]

I’m tearing up right now… 

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Paul Simon

I feel like this a lot. This might be senior-quote material. 

Fun with elevators! Tee hee! 

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Suprise! 

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Prince, Kiss 

I love this line. It’s funny because I act like a 6 year old all the time.