The love I have for the beast...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
smitten writings of a hurt soul who has hoped to find love once again after many dark days

Submitted: May 21, 2012

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I love the sound of your voice as you sing with the upmost excellence, intriguing and wild but down home to the point of almost knowing your soul. Whether it’s about love, despair, triumph or failure, trains, women, getting drunk, and having fun. The words soothe my soul of its past pain and torture, the look of deep thought into every strum you take and every strum you make fills me up with artistic moments of ecstasy running wild throughout my mind. Wonders of a future of us on the porch. Rocking chairs, a sunset to share, songs to sing and a love to live forever. Who knows what the future may bring, love, laughter, pain, suffering, madness, utopia. We shall see what it holds for us, the ones with the girr face on with an asshole attitudes, the way we are together is so gross its cute, or maybe so cute I wanna fucking puke. Listening to the ten minute song by Dylan you played for me and sang so epically at my face piece not only means a lot hearing it, but floods my heart, soul and mind with the same emotions I felt as I told you if you ever felt the need to settle I would be here, and asking if it was too soon to tell you I love you, I do I know it may be soon but if I didn’t how would you know, and I mean really know. I do, I will, no matter what. The bit of my life you have been in has put a big ray of starlight into my otherwise dark nights…maybe this girl, the moon, dosent have to look upon her lover alone from the skies, never able to touch, be held, kissed or caressed by him ever again, maybe the story could have a different ending, maybe a happy one. I don’t mean us forever, just for a while, long enough to really love. I would walk with you down the streets of town with every building exploding and erupting flames unto the streets, I would, if you will. To the ends of the  earth, to the moon and back, if only…


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