Category: love

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

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how hard is it to say those 3 wordsyou know they are trueYou know she feels the same


Listen to your heart, and tell me the truth, The storm cloud lingers, waiting for you. The piano is broken, the rose has died, will there be a phoenix, or just an untold lie. The rain pours, like blanket of tears, another mistake? Or finally a truth? The horse broke free, the cart rolls downhill,…
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Do You Like Me (Version 2)

Simple questions, Do you like me? Do you want to be more than friends? Please dont give glances, Soft whispers, or play mind games. Just answer in a way I can hear. Simple yes or no Lets just be friends or more So yet again, Simple questions Do you like me? Do you want to…
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It started with a whisper, A feeling, a glance, I asked her if she had any sisters, While I stood next to a fan. I smiled as she said no, The ice was finally broken, Step one of my master plan. Step two was a bit harder. Didn’t know if she felt the same, Invited…
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The Note

I found the note, Hidden in a book, Read it once, Had to take another look. The sides were crumpled, Ink beginning to fade, Lines were smudged, My heart began to race. I read it thoroughly, A tear did form. Another soon joined it, Tried to hold back the flood. The more I read it,…
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Memorial to the Pagan Boy

Its been 7 years, Since my Pagan Boy, Departed. Life moves on, But by Allah, I miss him still. I count each minute, Each day, each year, But now I am married. I love my husband, Adore our kids, I know this. But they do not know, the Pagan Boy has my heart, And I…
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All Is Not

A smile, A kiss, A heartbeat that skipped. A laugh, A cry, A secret and a lie. A sigh, A feel, A dream, becomes real. A wish, A hope, the memories, we hold. A lie, A dream, All is not, as it seems. © 2014-2016

I Love You

No matter what language I say it May It be. Amin mela lle or Tha gra\dh agam ort These words will always be true. You are my life, My love, My Desire, My better half, Jag alskar dig When I wake up in the morning, My first thought is you, Before I go to bed,…
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Home Could Be

I hate the goodbyes, The see you in a year, The prospect of home, When home could be their. I hate the not knowing, Being able to share how we feel, The thought of no you and i, When we know how the other feels. I hate the worry, In you finding another, and the…
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Why You Lie

I hate this feeling, Every time we say goodbye. I hate this feeling, Of asking myself why. I hate this feeling, A knot in my stomach. I hate this feeling, As I fly high in the sky. I hate this feeling, As I wave Athens goodbye! I hate this feeling, Of not knowing why you…
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