its the feeling i get every time his face comes into view, the way my body tingles as he touches my skin, its the way he loves me, its how he loves me, ITS JUST HIM!anyne one else but him wud be completely wrong... he is my little piece of heaven my place among the stars:):):)


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******BABY***** Babies are Angels that fly to the earth, their wings disappear at the time of their birth one look in their eyes and we're never the same They're part of us now and that part has a name That part is your heart and a bond that won't sever our Babies are Angels, we love them forever.

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I probably shouldn't say this, but at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous relationship we shared
It was awesome, but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care

And now we're standing in the rain,
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear
The 7 things I hate about you
The 7 things I hate about you
Oh, you

Your vain, your games, your insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends, they're jerks
When you act like them just know it hurts
I want to be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

I's awkward and silent as I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now is your sincere apology
When you mean it, I'll believe it
If you text it, I'll delete it, lets be clear

Oh, I'm not coming back
You're taking 7 steps here
The 7 things I hate about you

Your vain, your games, your insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends, they're jerks
When you act like them just know it hurts
I want to be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

And compared to all the great things that would take to long to write
I probably should mention the 7 that I like
The 7 things I like about you

Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's
When we kiss I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hands in mine
When we're intertwined everything's alright
I want to be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you

You dooooo

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***Daddy ***
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been sacred of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.