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What are you waiting for?
If you want to be alone,
I will be your shadow.
If you want to cry,
I will be your shoulder.
If you need to be happy,
I will be your smile.
But, anytime you need a friend,
I'll be me.
Amy S Graham Oct 17, 2008
Love is my cancer I am full of it inside.
Love it's killing me, it's eating me alive.
There is no drug to ease the pain, no way to stop it's growth.
It's tearing me up inside,
Yet of it I will not hide,
but of instead I will boast.
My dark knight I've waited so long for you to rescue me from tis cold, dark place I've been held captive in for so long.
The light from your love is so bright I am unsure of my own worthiness.
The warmth of your strong arms is thawing my frozen heart,
That I may return your love.
I loved you from the day I met you,
and will for everyday to come.
To me you are my national treasure,
My Love you are the only one.
I gave you my heart and you gave me yours in return,
now and forever may that flame of love burn.
2008 Amy S Graham
Ooohs and aaahs,
Moans and shushes,
caresses and kisses,
pulls and pushes,
grinding, humping, stroking, sucking...
O, I love how we are fucking!
Amy S. Graham
6/6/2002
Like a beacon of light shining through the darkness;
Your love it the bright spot in my life, night and day.
Like the comforting blanket of my youth;
Like the winds rustling throught the trees on a winters night;
Your words are much appreciated and soothing.
Amy S. Graham
12-14-1998
Dead man walking,
walking man dead.
The first sentenced to death,
for popping a bullet in the others head.
Dead man walking,
walking man dead.
He caught her cheating,
then he chopped off her head.
Dead man walking,
walking man dead.
Both got drunk,
one killed the other for what he said.
Dead man walking,
thousands dead.
Built some bombs,
Placed them in a shelter where the homeless were being fed.
Dead man walking,
walking man dead.
Smoked some bad crack,
That went straight to his head.
Dead man walking,
Too many people dead.
Let's stop the killing;
while we still have our heads.
Amy S. Graham
This poem was from a dream I had after a dear friends husband killed her when he found her cheating on him with her boss. Yes, he chopped off her head!
Th, June 14, 2001
2:34:54 PM
This is what you do to me;
You make me wild with love.
This is what you do to me,
Make me stalk you like a tiger...
running through the jungle.
Wild with love, stalking, running...
Is this what you want from me?
This is what you do to me...
Laying in wait, in this jungle filled with wild,
almost uncontrollable passion...
You keep me from sleep.
Amy S. Graham
written Easter 1993
I could compose a thousand how-tos on how not to fall in love with you.
But, at the thought of you I would break each rule.
In the moment that I think of you a million images flash through my minds eye.
You smiling down at me as we make love.
You laughing at my jokes.
You holding me gently in your arms.
Each of these thoughts memories, fantasies...
Of what will be if you and I become we.
Amy S. Graham
7/6/2001 12:30pm
