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A Poem by freelancejouster

i wouldn't call it love,
not just yet,
i wouldn't whisper of it at all
for fear of wrecking whatever it is
that this is.

i don't want to lose this,
i'd say that i need it,
but then,
that has the chance of ruining it, too.


can't we just say
that i'm in like
with this feeling.

stay with me.

© 2011 freelancejouster


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Nicely done. And, it's like that, too. It is! If you want it too much you run the risk of getting your guts torn out, if you tell 'it' how you feel, then it might run off and hide under somebody's trailer. lol!
The balance. is. every. thing.
teetering.
tottering.
slipping.
gripping.
Man, what a pain in the soul! What a buncha madness it is....love....God...I want some. :( LMAO! We're strange little creatures.

Greatness here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Nicely done. And, it's like that, too. It is! If you want it too much you run the risk of getting your guts torn out, if you tell 'it' how you feel, then it might run off and hide under somebody's trailer. lol!
The balance. is. every. thing.
teetering.
tottering.
slipping.
gripping.
Man, what a pain in the soul! What a buncha madness it is....love....God...I want some. :( LMAO! We're strange little creatures.

Greatness here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 10, 2011
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Tags: love, like, thoughts, life, smiling

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