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My Heart Does Not Beat Half-fast
28-Oct-2007
She said I do not dare to give myself all
I said I love no other way than full
She said I need to keep a piece of my heart for myself
I said love comes not in bits and pieces
She said I have been hurt in the past
I said that was for you to see the real one from the rest
She said I know no other way
I said I am here to show you the real way
She said but how can I trust you?
I said ask real yourself
She said how can you trust me?
I said cause I ask myself.
She said these things are only found in story books,
I said…you romantic fool … I do not indulge in fables.
She said it is too late, the walls around my heart are already cemented
I said the sound of my heartbeat will bring them down the way the original sound created love itself
She said do not speak to me this way, my heart trembles
I said it is not my words moving your heart, but the beat of my heart
She said please go easy, I do not want to fall too fast,
I said, falcons do not hunt in slow motion
She said I am afraid
I said courage is measured by the amount of fear felt
She said what if?
I said do you plan to live forever?
She said take my hands
I said nothing … as my lips were glued to hers.
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My Heart Does Not Beat Half-fast
by Hera (not verified) on Sun Nov 04, 2007 11:53 AM PSTDear Comeron
poems are awesome and beautiful .
Keep up your work .
What on earth?
by Astonished (not verified) on Wed Oct 31, 2007 04:49 PM PDTGeez, Critic and Bored Iranian, what is UP with all this pornographic content? Honest to GOD, what is the point? Freedom of speech? Why don't you take it into a dirty toilet stall in an airport and publish your sleaze THERE?
No wonder some of the people on this site just want to leave. Then you guys can revel in your victory and write all the slang terms you could ever hope to know.
How awesome you must be a party.
beautiful
by Ellie (not verified) on Tue Oct 30, 2007 02:16 AM PDTDear Cameron,
Beautifully expressed again as usual.
I just feel sorry for these poor obviously sexually frustrated critics ... :)
Keep up the good work.
A tribute to Batman (borrowing half of each verse)
by Critic (not verified) on Mon Oct 29, 2007 08:10 AM PDTShe said I do not dare to give myself all
I said only half of you, the lower half, will do
She said I need to keep a piece of my heart for myself
I said keep it all to yourself and give me bottom bit
She said I have been hurt in the past
I said I promise to lubricate before entry
She said I know no other way
I said I know of two ways in the bottom and one way at the top
She said but how can I trust you?
I said you can't but you will not regret it
She said how can you trust me?
I said I trust what I see and I can see you have it babay!
She said these things are only found in story books,
I said…you romantic fool … I'll give you a copy of my Asian Babes
She said it is too late, the walls around my heart are already cemented
I said wait I am just having a hard-on
She said do not speak to me this way, my heart trembles
I said it is not my words moving your heart, but my finger tips moving inside you wet pussy
She said please go easy, I do not want to fall too fast,
I said, don't worry my premature ejaculation is a distant dream
She said I am afraid
I said don't be I'll pull it out before I come
She said what if?
I said no ifs and buts only fucks and fucks
She said take my hands
I said nothing … as my balls were glued to her cunt
Hey bored Iranian dude your
by darchin (not verified) on Sun Oct 28, 2007 04:16 PM PDTHey bored Iranian dude your piece is more sesual than Cameron's. Ha yo doin ?
Sweet!
by Sweet (not verified) on Sun Oct 28, 2007 04:00 PM PDTAre you available Cameron? :-)
Feel free to delete this
by Bored iranian just making BS while burning a cd (not verified) on Sun Oct 28, 2007 12:28 PM PDTShe told me not to spank her to hard.
I said my love is hard love, and you will take it, now whos your daddeh! Who's your daddeeh!
A Far Distance Away
by Manoucher Avaznia on Sun Oct 28, 2007 11:02 AM PDTA beautiful piece
I was dragging my feet towards
A destination unknown;
With eyes tied to the snow-capped peak
And green tips of plain trees
That I was leaving behind.
I wished
I was molten to streans
In the wrinkles of that south-looking gray face;
And snaked my way
To the foot of those trees
In whose shade we had breathed:
Oblivious to the looks of the passers-by,
While leaning against their rough barks;
Lost in the warm tinge of a red rose,
Sharing a furtive look.
My feet are on way,
Cool shades are running away,
Destination is far,
Caravan of time flows,
My heart is tied to the white cap and plain trees.
Thus, I am torn
Between leaving and loving.