How much do you love me?
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The Last Ride
I will accompany you my love
For the roller costal ride
Heights scare me to death my love
But for you I am willing to try
So please forget me not my love
When the ride comes to an end
And donÂ’t cry for me my love
If I die at the costal ride
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Based on a true story.
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a killer ride?!
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Based on a true story.Originally posted by tare:a killer ride?! 
Except the last part lah. I am still alive. -
Let's write a short poem on the theme 'How much do you love me?' shall we?
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daily i pestered you,
for an answer i knew,
yet i want to hear you say,
that you will never stray.
days and weeks gone by,
you remain by my side,
months and years pass by,
i began to wonder why.
your stablity and charm,
turn into boredom and grump,
your caring concerns,
seems too naggy and stern.
eyes start wandering,
to other guys surrounding,
attention i craved,
satisfied by vain.
yet you silently awaits,
for my returning of late,
drunk and high i got,
you tuck me into cot.
i lay awake next day,
with a head felt dead,
i turned and saw you face,
sound asleep with grace.
gently i hold your arm,
you awoke in alarm,
asked again the question,
and you answer without mention.
hmmm.... ending abit the funny.. any suggestion?? -
How much do you love me?
She sits and stares at the plants and trees
Late afternoon sunlight warming wrinkled knees
Music floats gently in from a distance
Old time classics that continue a repetitive existence
While green fades to blue, blue to grey
A dull grey of rough calloused hands
And evenings spent in, mending blue work pants
The grey of palm lifelines traced boldly in soot
Draw right from wrong, evil from the good
His rough hands are gentle, his loving touch harsh
They caress and fondle, and beat her body to mush
Each blow is pain and love conjoint
Each grey bruise to drive home a point
She knows she was cherished; he wasn't being mean
He did it for her sake, so she does not sin
(p.s. somehow this poem isn't fleshed out enough. ) -
how much do u love me?
to the end of the world i walked,
but u want me over the edge.
to the highest mountains i climbed,
but u want me over the top.
to the deepest ocean i swam,
but u want me under the seabed.
to the end of the world i walked,
and i fell over before i could stop. -
wah liow.... this one touches the heartstrings.... and makes me dying to get my hands on that abusing fella..... and beat him to pulp...Originally posted by choco B:How much do you love me?
She sits and stares at the plants and trees
Late afternoon sunlight warming wrinkled knees
Music floats gently in from a distance
Old time classics that continue a repetitive existence
While green fades to blue, blue to grey
A dull grey of rough calloused hands
And evenings spent in, mending blue work pants
The grey of palm lifelines traced boldly in soot
Draw right from wrong, evil from the good
His rough hands are gentle, his loving touch harsh
They caress and fondle, and beat her body to mush
Each blow is pain and love conjoint
Each grey bruise to drive home a point
She knows she was cherished; he wasn't being mean
He did it for her sake, so she does not sin
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like dat call cherished??!!Originally posted by choco B:How much do you love me?
She knows she was cherished; he wasn't being mean
He did it for her sake, so she does not sin
(p.s. somehow this poem isn't fleshed out enough. )
even tho we hate the male for tat.... (can't even be considered as a man)... but sometimes yi ge yuan da, yi ge yuan ai..... wat to do? *sigh* -
Also based on a true story?Originally posted by tare:daily i pestered you,
for an answer i knew,
yet i want to hear you say,
that you will never stray.
days and weeks gone by,
you remain by my side,
months and years pass by,
i began to wonder why.
your stablity and charm,
turn into boredom and grump,
your caring concerns,
seems too naggy and stern.
eyes start wandering,
to other guys surrounding,
attention i craved,
satisfied by vain.
yet you silently awaits,
for my returning of late,
drunk and high i got,
you tuck me into cot.
i lay awake next day,
with a head felt dead,
i turned and saw you face,
sound asleep with grace.
gently i hold your arm,
you awoke in alarm,
asked again the question,
and you answer without mention.
hmmm.... ending abit the funny.. any suggestion??
Suggestion
Don't drink so much, come home early. -
Lucky my wife not like that. But sound like my friend's girlfriend.Originally posted by ratinacage:how much do u love me?
to the end of the world i walked,
but u want me over the edge.
to the highest mountains i climbed,
but u want me over the top.
to the deepest ocean i swam,
but u want me under the seabed.
to the end of the world i walked,
and i fell over before i could stop.
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He is dead right? But are you talking about the hubby or dad?Originally posted by choco B:How much do you love me?
She sits and stares at the plants and trees
Late afternoon sunlight warming wrinkled knees
Music floats gently in from a distance
Old time classics that continue a repetitive existence
While green fades to blue, blue to grey
A dull grey of rough calloused hands
And evenings spent in, mending blue work pants
The grey of palm lifelines traced boldly in soot
Lines that seperate right from wrong, evil from the good
His rough hands are gentle, his loving touch harsh
They caress and fondle, and beat her body to mush
Each blow is punishment and love conjoint
Each grey bruise to drive home a point
She knows she was cherished; he wasn't being mean
He did it for her sake, so she does not sin
(p.s. somehow this poem isn't fleshed out enough. )
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He could be anyone, really. Why not her son? ;]Originally posted by DeadPoet:He is dead right? But are you talking about the hubby or dad?
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Also possible. Since you are the writer so is he the son, husband or father?Originally posted by choco B:He could be anyone, really. Why not her son? ;] -
there's nvr totally true story online lah.... all beautified and mystified for poetry sake.....Originally posted by DeadPoet:Also based on a true story?
Suggestion Don't drink so much, come home early. 
and dun remind me how long i nvr go drink k.........