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Thursday, February 25, 2010 . 11:27


Last night dreams,
I held your hands,
and asked if you would be.

And we both know,
You are everything i need,
Now i know,
What you did to me.

She change my life,
She clean my up,
She found my heart,
She pulls me up,

Like only a women can.

She is kind of perfect in everyway
kind of all the things that i am not,
I am not perfect,
and i did alot of stupid things.

~~~~

Yet just another boy,
who hides his face,
a geek which brings no attention,
a man whose romance lies in his heart.

Would you choose him,
Would you see him,
Maybe he will find his way.

This boy gone stupid for you.

do allow him sing his melodies.

In the words of the most flowery accent.
Julien.L

Monday, February 01, 2010 . 11:25


Halfway there,
yet not relenting a single step,
Felt a tangible feel of it ,
yet in awe of its uncertainess.

A dream birthed from passion,
a calling to give,
no one had understood,
no one had waited,

A burden upon my life,
that i shouldn't make the young lass,
c
arry upon her falling beauty.

Hitherto,
i cooed.


Embrace thy uncertainty in flimsy apprehension
Julien.L