Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I Love you.

Three words so dignified in our society,
yet so overused they have been rendered obsolete. 

What is the point in that?
To declare our love for one, only to be scorned by the others. 
I find it especially hard to love like that. 
But love isn't supposed to be easy is it?

I love you.

Now judge me for my emotions, I dare you. 
Judge me for feeling affection. 
Judge me. 

I feel like love is an old, beat up guitar. It transfers through many hands, through many users.
But in end, no matter how scratched it is,
it continues to make the most beautiful music. 

Maybe I don't even know what love is.
So judge me for trying as well. 

But please, allow me to just make my music as I please.
I'm just searching for the right melody to unlock the contents within my own mind.
Not yours.
Let me write the song I've always wanted to sing,
concerning love.

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Hell, let me write an album.

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Love is an extravagant, complex, confusing, evil, twisted part of life that I can simply not live without.
To the core I yearn for it. 
So judge me for being addicted.
So judge me for going through withdraws on occasion. 
Just let me write my album. 
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10 comments:

  1. Sam.September 11, 2013 at 9:54 PM

    Hell, I ain't judgin.

    I love love love this. (whatever that means because I don't understand love.)

    But I think this is amazing.

    Write that album and sing the sweet music of your words. That's all I wanna hear...

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    1. pleasefindmehereSeptember 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM

      Amen. Couldnt think of a better way to sum it all up.

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  2. Sam.September 12, 2013 at 8:55 PM

    and ps...i love your music.

    yep.

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  3. Malark ShattuxSeptember 16, 2013 at 9:59 AM

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  4. Malark ShattuxSeptember 16, 2013 at 10:09 AM

    now judge me for my emotions,i dare you.

    yes.

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  5. Malark ShattuxSeptember 16, 2013 at 10:12 AM

    wait and this:


    I feel like love is an old, beat up guitar. It transfers through many hands, through many users.
    But in end, no matter how scratched it is,
    it continues to make the most beautiful music.

    perfection..

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  6. Malark ShattuxSeptember 16, 2013 at 10:14 AM

    wait and this:


    I feel like love is an old, beat up guitar. It transfers through many hands, through many users.
    But in end, no matter how scratched it is,
    it continues to make the most beautiful music.

    perfection..

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  7. UnknownSeptember 16, 2013 at 10:15 AM

    So judge me for being addicted.

    #robbed

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  8. DButtersnappsSeptember 16, 2013 at 11:39 AM

    I wish I actually knew what I was saying, but lacking in better words to say. I love this post...

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  9. susan+samSeptember 16, 2013 at 11:50 AM

    "let me write the song i've always wanted to sing concerning love. hell, let me write an album."

    no judgement from me.

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