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“I love you” isn’t what you think it looks like. It’s not romantic dates and holding hands.
“I love you” is taking care of someone when they’re blackout drunk and throwing up
“I love you” is popping back pimples and still kissing through the runny noses winter brings
“I love you” is drooling during sex and laughing together
“I love you” is being held while violently sobbing because of an anxiety attack
“I love you” is discussing what your morning breath smells like with each other
“I love you” is “I don’t want to but I will for you and only you.”
It’s all the good and the bad and the gross and the beautiful and ugly things about life and embracing that in each other.
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wait a minute baby
stay with me awhile
said you'd give me light
but you never told me about the fire
drowning in the sea of love
where everyone would love to drown
but now it's gone
it doesn't matter what for
when you build your house
then call me home
and he was just like a great dark wing
within the wings of a storm
i think I had met my match, he was singing
and undoing, and undoing the laces
undoing the laces
said Sara(h), you're the poet in my heart
never change, never stop
but now it's gone
it doesn't matter what for
but when you build your house
then call me home
hold on
the night is coming and the starling flew for days
i’d stay home at night, all the time
i'd go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
ask me and I'm there, yeah
ask me and I'm there, I care
in the sea of love
where everyone would love to drown
but now it's gone
they say it doesn't matter anymore
when you build your house
then please call me home
Sara(h), you're the poet in my heart
never change, and don't you ever stop
now it's gone
no it doesn't matter anymore
when you build your house
I'll come by
Sara(h)
Sara(h)
Fleetwood Mac - Sara
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Walking on the rooftops
Talking of time
With our eyes a glowing
Like the city lights
She stands on the ledge,
She says, 'it looks so high'
You know it's a
Long way down
Feels like a long way down
Feels like a long way down
Like a long way down
So honey don't leave, don't leave,
Please don't leave me now
'Cause I can feel the rivers
Winding through the lands
Two lines, and a poet
Like a kind old rye
You know we could talk in that language
Only we understand
But you know, honey
It's a long way down
You know it's a long way down
Feels like a long way down
Love it feels like a long way down
So honey don't leave, don't leave,
Please don't leave me now
Tom Odell
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the city spins
around me ,
around you
the trees wait patiently in the background
dividing the sky and the water
it ripples and the sunlight appears
to be dancing upon its body
like the shadows upon our skin.
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I like to write things on my walls
like
I want to scream into the noise
as silence is in the air
the cranes always wait for my return
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“ I keep thinking about you like this ;
eyes closed
mouth half open
and your breath when it hitches ”
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what is the content of love?
but, basically, love.is something we can't put our finger on at all
we say, we use such words as want, um. tenderness.
uh all these things they don't really get to the point
when you're loving somebody you are simply delighting in that person as such,
as if another human organism in its mental and its physical aspects were a piece of music
or a work of art
or a glorious morning
and you go over another person's physical form and look at it from every possible point of view
and play with it and uh, that's what it's about
it's the adoration of the form of a human being
and you do that adoring in terms of physical contacts that are, say dancing with your fingers
across the skin, or whatever it may be
this is the nitty gritty, the nub of love
one wants something much more than that
you want to be played with
...that's more like it
what is the content of love?
It's a sort of it, part of it
It's incidental
It's a way of say that i strongly,
yes i do want to be with you
but, basically, love.is something we can't put our finger on at all
this is detective charles checking in.
looks like we have a victim on the ground.
gunshot wounds to the head.
uhh, looks like there's some type of.it's like, it's a recorder
a tape recorder or something
gonna have to listen to this.
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you have left your mark on the cracked walls and
as my fingers trace your skin
I leave mine too
as fleeting as
shadows themselves.
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time passed in an unreasonable way
hours or seconds blur
like the sky and the clouds
about to rain
the town is sleeping
we wait
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