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Dear Doo,
Maybe your life is what I need sometimes 2:46 AM - 4/29/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
Since yesterday I have kept you and your puppy in my thoughts. With every ounce of strength, I send you both positive thoughts of haleness. With hearty spirit I deliver, through steadfast meditation, comfort to reach your heart. 10:12 PM - 4/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
I know that I think of you more than I should. Yet, it seems as though it's innate. Regardless of genre, I can find you within song. Certain chords deliver your face into view. Purposely sealing my eyes in attempts to imprison your visage. These moments, however brief they may be, bring immense warmth upon my soul. 10:44 PM - 4/8/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
When I know that you are here, I catch myself gazing longer at the people and cars that pass...maybe just maybe I'll steal a glimpse of you. The more I thought about it, a quandary manifested. Who would I really be robbing? When I see you again, I want to take in all that is you…Within a passing glance I would surely be the victim. 8:32 PM - 3/27/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
Strip away all romantic and sentimental feelings that fester within this heart of mine, and there will still exist such reverence for the amazing person that is Doo. You bring such beautiful things into my life without ever truly knowing. 4:04 PM - 3/25/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoySomebody LovedDear Doo,
This is how I want you to feel....regardless if I never get another chance to see those eyes, hold your hand, or kiss those lips...wherever you may go...you will always be "somebody loved"
"Somebody Loved" by The Weepies
Rain turns the sand into mud 3:41 PM - 3/21/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyCalm now....Dear Doo,
Perhaps your spirit sensed my inane torment, for you liberated my vexation within a nocturnal disclosure...Within said dream you clasp my hand and merely uttered one word, "breathe". 6:35 PM - 3/18/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
I think that this week is going to slap me with a reality I'm not prepared to face. Awarding free time to a person who thinks herself into circles is a dangerous thing. First melodramatic snippet:
There is such a need within me for you to know the words you inspire within me. Yet, your life would be the same never even knowing…
Your happiness is found elsewhere…My sentimental lyrics must become stale and insignificant in comparison to what you receive at another’s declaration… 9:30 PM - 3/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
It's difficult knowing that you may be passing me on the street. That we may be in fact only inches away from each other at any given moment. To be quite frank, it is maddening. 4:50 PM - 3/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
"Sometimes when you're crying, you're happy. sometimes you're just crying......."--Willie Nelson 8:28 PM - 3/16/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
Something always brings me back to you. I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.
You hold me without touch. 3:25 PM - 3/11/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
Every lazy Sunday night, I fill my bath with 5% hot water, 5% patchouli oil, and 90% insatiable illusions. I listen to this play list and sing as if you were submerged in the same tranquil concoction opposite me. As of late, I find myself peering through the water with anxious anticipation of experiencing your permanent mark glaring back at me. 9:39 PM - 3/9/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyTattoo findings....Dear Doo,
"The ivy leaf portrayed by prehistoric potters of long-forgotten cultures evolved into the red playing-card heart. This botanic symbol found in ancient Greek and Roman art - primarily in vase painting - represented both physical and, above all, eternal love, withstanding death."
On Grecian stelae and later on Roman gravestones and early Christian graves in catacombes, the ivy leaf symbolizes eternal love, i.e. love beyond the grave.
"Mans life is like a drop of dew on a leaf."---Socrates
"Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him."---Henry Ward 3:49 PM - 3/8/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoySchool Psy.Dear Doo,
I'm seriously looking into School Psychology. I would be able to work with kids during the school year and perform research and write during the Summer.... 6:45 PM - 3/5/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
Hope is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all. 12:55 PM - 3/5/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,What is it that I lack?? If I knew, I would diligently exert all effort and time in acquiring whatever piece that I'm missing that keeps you from wanting me........... 10:58 PM - 3/2/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,"And how the grace with which she walked into your life Will stay with you in your steps , and pace with you a while For so long, so long so long so long"--Dashboard Confessional 6:59 PM - 3/1/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyIronyDear Doo,My heart was freely given to you before I even knew who I was to be.......Now that I know who I am, with you it belongs still.......So much more to give you now, yet time has distanced your welcoming hands and reciprocating heart…the Gods of Irony mock my existence……….. 10:08 PM - 2/24/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyBrandi CarlileDear Doo,Maybe someday when you're old and gray
And your hair falls out and your tattoos fade You might see me standing Hat in hand---Brandi Carlile 3:12 PM - 2/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy"Fire"Dear Doo,Yesterday a song made it's way into my ears. Since that moment, this thought won't dissipate. My apologies for the lack of an abstract unravelment, but the density of this urge demands direct explicitness. The consuming obsession of how it would feel if you were to kiss my lips............. When we kiss I'm on fire Your tenderness Gives me desire I can't resist Your tender lips When we kiss Ooh... Fire ---Babyface 5:44 PM - 2/21/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy
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