Girlfriends (in Off-topic)

AT FIRST YOU GET A NEW GIRLFRIEND, THINKING THAT IT ALL WON'T EVER END. WHEN YOU SHE HER SMILE, YOUR HEART STOPS FOR A WHILE. WHEN YOU FIRST KISS THOSE LIPS, YOUR BODY FALLS AND HEART SLIPS. FEELINGS WILL THEY LAST? SOON ENOUGH IT WILL BE THE PAST. NOW IT'S JUST MEMORIES OF DAYS, REGRETS ABOUT MY DUMB WAYS. ALL I WANTED WAS US TO BE TOGETHER, NOT JUST A MONTH. BUT FOREVER. I GUESS I REALLY NEED YOU IN A WAY, BUT THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO OR SAY. I GUESS THAT'S HOW IT ALL STARTS AND ENDS, BUT IN MY HEART YOU'RE MORE THAN A FRIEND.

now thats poetry from the heart..^_^

Wow that is deep....

...ly painful to my ears..Do all guys shout their thoughts?

Nice poem =)

I guess I'd be insensitive if I said she prolly dumped you because you shout too much so I won't bother.

Instead I'll say don't worry. When you're young and in love G/Fs are like No.33 buses. You hang about waiting for ages for one to come along and then three arrive all at the same time.

Keep smiling you'll be back on your feet in no time ;)

G_Beee, where are those no. 33 buses you speak of? never saw 3 of them coming down the road at the same time... :F

isn't that a song...?
if not, it should be : )

This can be translated: When you get a new girlfriend, your hormones go wild. Kissing makes it even more exciting! However, the rush eventually fades. Now, all I can do is look back at what happened. You don't turn me into Peewee Hormone anymore, but there's nothing I can do anymore. This is over, but you're still special.



Girlfriends. Bah.

better copyright this b4 i steal it

A+

My goodness. Get a livejournal. This poem would be best augmented by pictures of your cats.

that is the best poem i have heard about girls from a guy.

A++++ BEST THREAD. WOULD READ AGAIN.

G_Beee, you're supposed to get on the middle one, as the other two probably aren't real.

/the more you know...

Wow... Thats really cool Burn. Very nice.

Yeah, nice poem. :) *cherishes his girlfriend*

About G Beee's busses, it happens to me all the time. In Amsterdam, bus no. 33 is the one I need to take every day, sometimes even six times a day. And yes, they're never on time, especially during the rush hour. I even saw three of them all at the same time, once... and my advice is, take the latter one. That's the one which will get you to your destination fastest, and it'll have a place for you to sit down and relax.

Same goes for girlfriends. Don't let you get down by waiting for another, they'll come. And when they do, wait a bit longer for the perfect one. ;)

When you give someone your heart, you're putting yourself at risk of being hurt.But hey, if they are going to hurt it then they might not be the right one. That's life huh? :)

Even the right one can hurt you. That's the thing the songs never tell you....

That is life....

We still talking buses ?

Yup, let a bus get too close and you're in trouble.....and they never pay for dinner....

If you compare girlfriends to busses, you deserve to get run over ... by both. :P

My own personal girlfriend experiences in the past were more comparable to a car crash.....

It can last. It evolves, but after 9 years together, 7 years of marriage & kids, it's still there.

For me the Buses never come I guess thats life :( (either that or im just too shy hehe)

Somewhat like what G said except I found a new girl that I like now. I mean I still love her mom and all but she is a lot cuter :P

So the Byron poem She walks in beauty has been bouncing around in my head. Saw Burning's poem, and it allowed me to hopefully get it out of my head.

She walks in flowers of shadowed light,
Treading upon the fresh dewed lawn.
She seeks the truth of love in spite,
Of the others that before her gone.

She asks the moon for all its favor,
Of the light that shines within.
She drinks the beauty of which we savor,
And starts the dance again.

She speaks of that which all desire,
And answers it in kind.
She brings the passion of love's great fire,
Jewels amongst the rough to find.

She acts upon the mounting pleasure,
And frees the soul's release.
She changes like the summer's weather,
Giving happiness in place of peace.

She knows but only all that's her,
And demands no less from you.
She learns the hopes of all that were,
Which return to spring anew.

She strolls the avenue of places past,
Flickering in her ghostly glow.
She beckons come to her at last,
And find all the love that you can know.

She tilts her head to curious angle,
And raises up her lovely brow,
She lifts her foot with heels a-dangle,
Alive within the here and now.

She walks in flowers of shadowed light,
Playing along the knighted soul.
She gives her purpose to the night,
From where her love does flow.