WriTE LoVE EveRy Day – 365

Originally posted on psychologypathology2:

To write you love every day ~ 365 Days
Ten things Why I love yoU

Day 1o

101. I love the fact that we dream up grand adventures together

102. I love that you make me see that my heart has finally found a home.

103. I love how I always want to see you

104. I love how you always want to see me

105. I love how hardworking you are

106. I love how you value my opinions

107. I love how I never get tired of looking at you

108. I love that you shows off the things that your good at

109. I love that you appreciates the beauty and value of things

110. I love how I admire you so much

Damn Baby…what do you call them?

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A lovely bird

The one who dances,

Like a sparrow ballet,

The one who sees the truth,

To the night conspires,

Tears without fears,

It’s your love that lights us,

With a desire sways,

Sweetheart of soft delights,

Giving wings to find love

Just our way.

Everyday Things


Sometimes I smoke a cigarette

Maybe one every day,

Is it something destructive?

I think not…
But with the hopes I copes,

Just to enjoy a fag. 

Save the lungs for another day

Here have another one. 

To the beverage; Cheers!

One more sip and drink

I feel courage coming on,

To get the energy to call someone. 

I love you lovers or dead friends

And call to say that I miss you. 

Then that is why I write about;

Sending all my love

To say; “I love you.”


Imitating Possoa


He comes to me in the the early morning hours bringing gentle awakenings and an offering of caresses touching down there in the forbidden with an intent; 

sometimes without words. But then there are times when he pours out his tales of survival out on me and each time to my amazement where others would harbour it. 

And nonetheless he holds nothing back, not anything leaving but speechless; as if he was unknowingly the hero who automatically beacons to the call of duty with such strength when it is really to our human nature, that shear will of existence that when nature steps in to overcome us with what pain previous lovers was taken from us. 

A part of our life that was taken from him once, twice; maybe more; now finding the love of his life who is waiting nervously, as he runs his fingers through her hair. 

Like Pessoua, at the last step, and can’t hide his smile anymore, watching his eyes widen as he sees her; he looks down shyly takes her to the floor. 

Please Forgive Me


Please forgive me 

If I act a little strange
For I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning
Running through my veins
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.

Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And there’s so much I want to say.
Want to tell you just how good it feels
When you look at me that way, ah
When you look at me that way.

Throw a stone 
And watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
Deep into that mystery, ah
Deep into some mystery.

I got half a mind
To scream out loud
I got half a mind to die
So I will never have to 
Lose you girl
So I won’t ever have to say goodbye
I won’t ever have to lie.
Won’t ever have to say goodbye.

Whoa I,
Whoa I,
Whoa I

Please forgive me
If I act a little strange
For I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning 
Running through my veins
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.


Songwriters: DAVID GRAY
Please Forgive Me lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LL

Write About It


When I write about it
I write like I care, 
It’s when I try to mean it.

Maybe I go through months
of pity poems, oh the woes,
before I get one right
Words that actually makes
Me feel it. 

And then it comes,
To say that it was all 
That I truly mean it
It feels like I’m a writer 
But try not to be so confident. 
So I just write about it.