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Lonely
"Mein Dichter♥"
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William Stapleton, 34/Male
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Last login: | over 3 weeks ago |
Local time: | 10:52 PM |
Join date: | 16 years, 9 months, 11 days ago |
Location: | New Braunfels, TX United States
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"Here I be again, lost." |
About me:
I tend to just be boring, the guy in the back that just wants the job to get done, and get done well. I've been called many things, including a "hopeless romantic", my true mantle. Just message me, I love talking. Sometimes it feels, nice guys do finish last.
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About you:
Many, many people.
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Looking for: | Friendship and dating |
Orientation: | Straight
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Inspired
Saboo
"ѕωєєт Saboo"
35000 pts
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William's tales
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hmm... A frame for pictures encircled a single face, Whose teeth shown like ivory, and hair flowed like lace. Past unhappiness, or long lost love's last trace Would find no refuge in aforementioned place. Her tongue a language of musics, danced from out this pane And across an ear with which would world wearily train To such beauty and honesty, which this siren didn't feign. Many a traveler would venture to do battle in her name! And enraptured as they were, these thousand hearts of yore, Even though a single song which was sung, they didn't bore. Around a frame of silence, these ears would ring no more Until the last footfall came upon that busy floor A knight shadowed in lighted cloak, with armor bright and black Bent upon his wasted knee, a bow, when words did lack! And upon her eyes afixed; he stared, until the glass began to crack. The picture stared, and looked at him... Then turned and looked back. A kingdom of ill fated lovers, fallen at her fame Looked up and sullenly cried out their muse's true name Her beauty had enthralled, her tongue did tame But she left many for one, and loved it all the same The moral of the story, or at least the plot or ploy? Simple, weary dreamer, look back and do not toy Your heart may win over many, but to one it shall be Forever, always, ever now, look and you will see What this story means to you, and what it means to me. Fight for what your heart desires, and never should you flee, Eventually, not never, will the words come to heart We all know what it is we were meant to hear, from the very start. "I love you" is so easy, but liars make it tart. Deep within the answer lies- your soul is really smart. Your head gets in the way, you see, I know it quite true. It has the easy tendency to strike you out the blue. Instinct is the way to go... Focus on what you knew.
William Stapleton "Mein Dichter♥" Lonely
- 15 years, 3 months, 26 days ago
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Ever transfixed you hold me. Will I ever have chance with thee? We are destined as one I pray. Destiny I'll reject, my heart says nay, I cannot accept a reality we be apart You hold ultimate sway of mine heart. Every word I say, I mean Your beauty, your perfection supreme. I care not where you walk, whom you see As long as in your heart lays place for me. I love you, three words quite clear I wish to draw thee closer, to be near Where you breathe I feel, Your smile I see At your astonishing presence I kneel. It’s for you I want to be. All other guys dismiss from view! I was meant to be with you. For once my arms awake to fight, My heart like bomber, taken flight To know you're happiness, my only sight My idiocracy be blight I take your hand and run away From fate, and others where we can play And laugh And smile And have joy... Your love I employ. What words can there be? I write for you. I talk for you. All forms of mine for thee I'll win you back, Eyes on the prize For when its you I lack My future denies All happiness. I long to give you sappy-ness I want you to know my hearts desire It beats for you as if on fire A thousand suns not as intense As this simple pretense. I love you more than life and being You are the wind beneath mine wing.
William Stapleton "Mein Dichter♥" Lonely
- 16 years, 7 months, 15 days ago
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Eyes the purest of calm water pierce my soul A fraction of her, is more perfect than my whole Waves tossed upon an open shore No more serene than her voice Speak sweetly to me I implore However you decide- it is your choice I've already been blessed by your presence It is more than I could have ever asked for I just enjoy the sweet sweet breath, a jab at your essence I don't want you to leave, I want to know you more.
William Stapleton "Mein Dichter♥" Lonely
- 16 years, 7 months, 16 days ago
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A not so quick word. Yeah, I just randomly woke up. It was a bolt from the blue; I was sleeping soundly one moment, just moments before this I bolted up like I hadn't slept at all. I've had some small words instilled in me, just randomly- dreaming, and dwelling since Ben's wedding really. "Marriage, it’s falling in love over and over again, but always with the same person". That’s it, that’s how you can catch it more simply than some people put it. It’s not the feeling of comfort; it’s more the lack thereof. It’s the never ending crush, the feeling that you don't know what to say, or that there is nothing left to be said between you. It’s being happy for the little things, it’s the look in their eye when they catch yours and you know that they are flawless. Its the sound of their voice in your ear, even be they far- that buzz when all noise calms isn't an annoyance, but their promise to you. It’s the prospect that the two of you together, though the world may reject it, can reject the world, and plan your own future. It is the future, in all sense, the future you hold together, or should the path break apart, and knowing that they still hold that small piece of you, and that it is bound to them. It’s that silent aura of peaceful chaos that comes between the two people- not that you are safe with them, but that it’s always changing, and changing with yours. Two shifting shades in twilight's dance, ever battling with such fluidic movements that its a mere shift to the onlookers- so much so that every movement breathes life into the next, and those after it that. Its flawed perfection and flawless imperfection that holds all things. Is there truly a love so encompassing between two mortal people that has no fault, no... but does that fault mean that they shouldn't be together, or that they should bridge that with all the good things and move, deliberately, slowly, happily? Meh, I just had a random flash..... that’s another point of it though, it’s like fireworks- each bombastic munition composing and encompassing multiple parts. The ignition, the rise, the explosion, and the fall- each a different part to the same thing, and each as beautiful as the preceding, and following. It’s the smile at new years that it may be spent, for them, and that they be happy. Its falling in love... over and over again.... with the same person. Unfortunately, we are human, and we choose wrong, or in some cases that you just didn't follow it. Who knows where you fit? Who believes in soul mates? Who believes in perfection? For the belief of perfection is a flaw, I'm perfect for no one, and no one is perfect for me. Everyone is a perfect person, but that doesn't mean they will be for me. Love though, it’s getting really freaking close, love is the platform that raises a couple from great... to perfect. Amor, amore, amare, love, admiration, altruism, like, eros, pilia, agape, narcissism, affection, allegiance, infatuation, passion, commitment, compassion, empathy, sympathy, cherishing, zeal, yearning, longing, pining, respect, fondness, edify, romance, flirtatious, companionship... what are you looking for?
William Stapleton "Mein Dichter♥" Lonely
- 16 years, 7 months, 19 days ago
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Time... man’s tom-foolery- It moves, in waves, lapping the world, but never touching Like the shore and salty waves, feigning attacks and destruction. Yet its is the strongest touch in the mind of man... Frightning It holds no real pain, nor comfort... its merely there. But always there... teasing brothers and sisters, Lovers and beloveds... Man and Woman... Leader and follower. Something so incorporeal... yet so omnipotent... Something so arbitrary. And we be gone, in blinks of the eye... foam on the oceans crest. It holds love, death, pain, life, hate, help... so strong of things in so weak a place In that accursed time... of which mine is lessening... and I can’t find where it went Far? Near? With Her? Or Her? Or that one? Where do I even begin looking?
William Stapleton "Mein Dichter♥" Lonely
- 16 years, 8 months, 5 days ago
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