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Let me start off by telling people,

I would like to fall in love,

some day, :) * hmmm . . mm . m* I am happy,

to say I'm am already,

searching for love it could be,

on the computer or in a love letter,

or something,

I will say I already have his love,

letter in my hand,

me wanting to read it is in me,

I layed his letter down,

not thinking about how proud I,

am to have him off of my mind,

a red to black rose,

will be in my interesting gothic,

lovable heart for him,

being with the rest of the sun,

flower lilies knealing down,

to the ground where I will,

always have him in my, dark,

deep blue sea eyes,

this girl who is walking will

never say goodbye,

but with my eyes being closed,

all closed up in a knot,

not to tight they are,

opened again,

not in the same way as yesterday,

he cannot see what I am doing,

really, see what I am doing,

writing to him means the world,

I do it every day, and night, * writes *,

ummm I just recieved a letter,

it said I love you to alreadyed,

slepted with him one time,

it was just a jealous meaningless kiss,

a old kiss in my eyes and they are,

behind my dreams when it happened,

I felt like it was more than what,

it seemed he look nice today,

this is not joe only letter to me,

he written more before my secret

dairy, is kept safe with me,

untio it is time to close the door,

but I will keep it open,

the next day will come to tell,

him the truth about me,

and what I see in him,

beneath thr tree tonight in which,

it mean today,

I bought a flower for him,

I am tired of writing to the,

love letter I read many of times,

as a reply, it is time to close, a

door it is time to close the chapter,

of a secret diary I have,

am planning on sleeping with

him, again later on,

tonight I love him dearly,

there is a secret door,

joe is coming in soon,

to read a book with me,

in the end,

I am dreaming of a person that I will meet, one day,

maybe on morning Wednesday before the afternoon,

it is when I love to dream of him in the night sky,

molly wonder if he will be in her arms one day,

she hope, but she will see how he will come to

her,

on special days when ever the thought

come around,

he some how hear her voice because,

while walking on the side walks * by herself,

there are regular sights, going past her eyes,

minding her own business,

as molly is looking, at a rose bush outside,

she see some thing in the drass she love it so

much,

there is a square sheet folded piece of paper,

waiting for me with a rose in it, from the

boy sure, I will sure meet not later or

now, molly look forward to meeting him,

very soon while walking on the green soft grass,

the sun shine outside,

she still think about the mirror,

while walking to a mail box which,

could have love letter's in it behind,

and inside a heart,

I could have waited for him, alone,

along time time ago. . . but instead I,

could not wait,

when I finally opened the letter,

he sent to me,

molly was inside of house,

during one day while smiling,

at any thing she waited to be,

he pull her over to the side,

what ever she does it will not come

late,

as she was reading it,

her dream man finally came to,

her door step,

love coming from him do not stop,

ever,

while talking to each other,

writing to him back to back,

Jack feed her nothing but love, and

kisses,

in each gothic journal it said's,

what his personality want to express,

it is coming from deep,

within his heart,

one journal said how, and what his,

look look like,

the last one said . . . ,

it is time to meet,.

with his look traits for her

interest, in him,. Never happened.

he have light brown hair, green

eyes, and he is white, and he is

goth, like her,

they are living happily ever,

after, heart on heart,

in love, an in the same eyes,

behind today in a way,

This is my fairy tale of a boy who I love,

and who I am with we are in the same house,

I am in love with him with all,

of my hate, and heart, we are together,

there is nothing that can tear each other apart,

we are sleeping together with each other,

my naame is Tameka Patrie Polk and, my

boyfriend follows me every where I go,

he kisses me always inthe night sky,

days when I am not thinking of him,

I like to stay to myself in love,

with him smiling above in all of the clouds,

in all of my alone time,

him being behind me is a scary thought, and

feeling,

hearing his nice, sweet, and lovely voice,

sent chills down her spine,

thinking about him is a favorite, by,

surprise into her eyes,

he makes her smile always and cannot,

take it back no one can take his place,

Tameka Patrice Polk do dream of hearts,

and take it alone with her flowing yellow rose,

down to her dress that she kinnie think of,

every day, there is no one else in mind,

for her only their love in between the

and then above the clouds in* arms,

I cannot wait to hear the next sound,

of smile I try to say he is for me,

we look into each other eyes,

every star that we see together, tonight

pulling the silk soft sheet cover over my face,

and, makes a little smile maybe a pillow to,

equal to a twilight beam,

of what I really think about him,

cause, I know that he is thinking of me,

every and always every day of his dreams,

I am happy to be by him,

squeeze, a heart until gone it necklace bleeds,

because kinnie belong with me,

only,

his only dream girl in the sea,

bloody dreams while being gothic,

I will write songs to think of,

willing to think of a song to write about,

that is made for only me,

I can only see out of on eye,

can only see out of one eye,

that is my eye, and eyes,

that is my eyes,

GothicelecktraVampire



made for only me,

* * * * *.

Now falling in love include only me,

holding a flower in my hand you tell me,

to let it go * forever he will be mine, time,

until the sun run rises up until morning,

I can feel him watching me later on today,

kara is not obsessed with this feeling,

she is thinking of when she will meet,

the only man of her dreams one day or night,

for now it is time to live her day in the now,

while thinking about how her kind of dream boy

will come to her,

her mind is surrounded from thoughts about him,

right now kara is outside sitting beach wise,

watching the birds from the sky,

on this day she later went home,

the outside phone is available to her nose, one

while she was minding her own business,

hearing each air noise kara wanted to get up,

bbut in that evening to mornig she could not,

when the morning came birds was notice,

in the bright green grass, chirping*,

after the phone rings has happens,

wondering how her heart feel,

finally when she go out to check for his call,

kara is walking to him a bird sat by,

with a flower coming behind it,

by it self,

she picture a man staring at her,

his voice sounded like some thing she never heard,

of before it sounded deep, and soft,

once like in her dream,

this man name is kamie his eyes are sea blue,

kara heart softened up it made her jump,

at first,

in the way she felt before hearing his voice again,

herdays were alright but it was like a rock,

feeling from out of no where this is scary,

he told her what his name was to her

heart,

it had a feeling that made her smile,

they talked like this for hours of each day,

of any time of the week of in, and of monday,

each time he would describe, how much,

he loves her hair, the way she walk,

even when both of them are hearts apart,

their voices collide some where that cannot,

be found into his arms kara denies

touch, on her lips to later passionately kiss her,

he offered to take her out one day,

on the second day it was a clear yes,

kara is his only beauty in his life,

this is not the outside phone scene anymore,

his face see through her eye,

when ever kara talk around her house love,

he is in her house permanently falling in

with her for the first time her eye opened,

kamie, and kara, hug every night, and day,

then they kiss, and go to sleep in the day,

light, where he can see her the best,

kara look forward to looking at her best friend,

boyfriend, and lover forever kealing heart,

In my goth time to how many years I have been here,

I look to a rose,

it could be dark red or light red,

I see the beauty inside each tree and,

it is life except for the winter glow at night,

where it is alright to be goth,

to let my hair down to be a goth figure,

there is a flower lit box, just a flower,

there is alot to today, and this rose,

that I am holding in the right one,

knife knelt yellow flower down holding,

flower rose movement,

this heart felt yellow rose in the,

moon strong night vision,

my moving eyes tell me the, lie,

the truth is calling for me,

to ring the clock bell in the snow,

when it is time to go, run as fast that I can,

looking around for more trouble, and laughter,

to catch the snow flakes when they fall,

GothelecktraVampire still carries, and hold,

the gothic yellow flower rose in hand,

I am walking around stiff minded,

I love this area of being goth,

every thing that surrounds it fastenates me,

top secretly love the winter snow,

with this rose that is still in my hand,

looking at it in the mirror,

is like looking at every day life,

to remember memories in skies light,

a shooting star is in sight, beaming,

across the sky * being like this,

which is goth,

feeling the heavyness day black lipstick of day's,

of feeling light day weaker winter outside time show in,

smiling forever, forever smiling I will be,

right here waiting for you of tonight,

lipstick is sight paper that can come off,

of the lips in a woman rain true truthful eyes,

to pick goth items off saying goodbye, and,

of rock hard lips in a woman true eyes,

In what world would you describe a girl,

who only dreamt of having one man,

watching her all to herself from behind,

from where she want to live in a place

one day,

on green walking peacefully to,

a balcony in a long black dress maybe,

with separate ruffles down at the bottom,

stream of long wind black chimes hair,

I love my long hair with all,

in raven, and maddie strong the then

might,

hearing the birds sing,

the green grass feel alright, light,

and then soft,

one minute raven is on the balcony,

watching you back but you cannot see

her,

but she can see you though,

steps while she is walking steps to

the balcony,

raven, and maddie is one person,

dreaming of a man she always wanted,

looking at her from a far,

I can hear you sneaking up on me,

but we never touches which bites,

and it bite rough, and hard,

as she start to run her,

hands are in a circular form/ motion,

in front of her still running,

at some point maddie, stops running,

waiting for a man to catch her,

by her arm strength,

the weight of her feel light like a grounded smile,

he catches her in arm 's way,

stopping her by the steps,

when she get to them feeling,

happy, and free,

it always feel like some one is, watching,

me,

raven, and maddie feel warm,

when that happen she get to

excited,

cute little maddie want to blow,

him s kiss instead she misses

his mouth,

the star is flying sparkling color,

kisses,

ohohohooo she miss the/her,

balcony wish,

raven, and maddie, is thinking about,

she thinks about of one day of when,

of when she will meet him,

wondering when she will meet him,

it will be soon forever sitting behind a

desk,

either on green balcony or in the classroom,

I can see his voice coming towards me,

for a visit hug, and a kiss,

there is no right there knelt down,

imagining him watching me from,

behind my back, a prince is here,

I am always wanted near by near far,

gone by a red golden stick broom detail necklace forever,

Looking in the /a mirror is my favorite thing to do,

I love it because it describes the beauty,

of a woman during the day in sunlight time midnight air,

picturing a circular circle mirror shape,

by the door of and in the core of hoe it make,

me feel, mentioning the word of, of is this,

resemblance amazing in how life work,

I love the word goth on the mirror,

as it walk in the night crisp sea of me,

not focusing in myself a reflection glass,

tell me what to say around life,

about people that is it cause of being able to,

understand how life works how to talk,

to a tree and to look at things to see,

in a dream seeing while being beneath in seeing the sea,

in a favorite fruit that is left over to eat,

a beautiful rose can come up or a dirty one,

look behind you to see who is left over to eat,

look behind you to see who is telling the truth,

look behind me to see who is telling the truth,

in love, and respect, for yourself and/to oneself,

this is not me kind of writing to view,

these are my poems that I written in the past,

as well as the future the face mirror I saw,

was not the loves truth fairytale in a rose glass,

breaking heart throw bits, and pieces in heart,

lovely beautiful words nothing will happen,

a mirror stares me or maybe at you at night,

in seeing tonight I do not know why I not ask,

of why I took took this past skin off of me,

feel good in knowing, the experience in,

different life world's, cannot wait,....

to wake up in time bed light hours to sleep,

in late while a bed of roses is living,

right there waiting for more from me,

I love to look at what I see to talk,

me what kind of bed beam twinkle light it,

this is what ever kind it is it is purely,

magical, I life love to dream in it, and

of it, little star on the mirror if you,

touch it,

different difficult experience will live on,

forever of life in every day in a sign,

of relief in a sight of the night sky,

it is my favorite to look at surrounds,

waks the circle or sqaure shape of,

the lirror it gives a boring look in way,

in tomorrow ice of a window storm,

I love the rain drops when it is time,

I say good bye to it, and the mirror,

when it is time to say good bye*

to the mirror,

waking out of the wind vampire scene,

of some thing twilight in some what

alive,

a box mirror closing up box until,

later on this night in a box, people,

can see what ever they want to say,

I love how the moon look in the sky,

it is clear in the crystal rain,

I love how the two different moons, look,

that I described it/they are in the sky,

it appear in the night sky,

when it starts to show, and to appear,

it move around in the lit day light sun,

it will never go away, the/it the moon,

it never goes away,

that is how I know that it will never

go away,

it will stay up in the dark blue night air,

in coming out in my favorite day,

during days/the day in, and to,

finally eyes blooming eyes create a red, and night

gray gothic flower,

thinking of both times in the sun,

I love the circular shape of the moon,

it is dull light white inside of my/a pathway,

walking ground to create the perfect,

gigantic little dark green smiling ground,

looking away from behind me,

I amwalking with a eye ground mind,

stringing up in hand in/a, a standing like me alone,

gothic flower, cute in my life's not in other people lifes,

to create a gothic flower,

I am obsessed with flowers,

and I then I love and then I like them,

they like me to,

cannot wait to I can gather up the flow

ers that / they are gothic, sunlight me,

I am holding them in my hand,

because they are my favorite kind of flowers,

to hold in the day light,

because they are my favorite kind of flowers,

(at night) to hold in the day light,

to hold at night where I go to sleep, at

night,

at night to hold at night where I go to sleep,

(at night ro hold where I go to sleep at,

nighttime at nighttime while I am counting

sheep, bedside *

at night while I am counting sheep,

what happen underneath the hall

gothic heaven shining wavy silk covers,

is a secret between me and then me,

what happen underneath these.the gothic

hell covers,

is a top secret from a top hat secret,

top hat secret, from a top hat, in

secret,

from a I am holding these bunches,

of flowers,

from a secret top secret hat,

in the star lit midnight twilight spar

kling twinkle star*

from sparkling, lit shining water that I will drink,

and to love,

they start as baby flowers at first,

these are just my babies roses that I have,

I love them all especially you wise bit,

but I love goth more when I am here bored,

so let look at the sun,

while sitting down for fun, smiles *

I love the night it shines bright late tonight,

at late, late tonight, and late today,

all of the stars around outside are

surrounded,

by the night,

a moon is in sight I can see it coming

towards me,

loving how the moon look in the air,

I love how the moon looks as, the

wind is blowing in my hair,

it is big as the sun in my top secretly smile,

is what I like to look at to remind,

me what life is so I will pick up the sun,

and I will begin to run with it now,

in between me pale night pale sky sun walking with it and me,

by myself at midnight night sky,

my moon to look at,

to see how dreaming my eyes see are things,

stars is floating around me in a different way,

like today of thinking in how to dress nice,

as for looking forward to see the moon to night,

I love it, it is shinning so bright in my face,

I can hardly cannot take the light that

is in my eyes, that are, and is in my eyes,

the moon is bright tonight and is in my eyes,

the moon is bright tonight and so are you,

I like it just like I like you,

the moon remind me of a heart,

looking at the moon,

I like it, when it is dark and in the,

light, I try to be in day time,

but the evening table night is my,

favorite spot tree, to love underneath,

because it is me,

touch the night it remind me of grape juice,

pouring out the taste of love above,

running burning myself through the crisp air,

waking on plain solid ground,

to/on a plain pathway solid ground, nights days,

through the calm wind of words people see

a sqaure, squares notes in a ballon,

while I am holding it up hearing secret

cricket calling my name,

through the seas in s wavy boat traveling

around looking at a sunshine midnight,

lit moon, lit moon,

A flower is wonderful to have in life,

but it reminds me of a rose that is

red, that I used to have, and to hold,

all of the time I thought I was

wrong about a rose, and a flower, on

which way it will go,

it is red I know my eyes see different,

in the light blood wine light in the

light,

this sparkling lit weather of the rain,

of a red rose that I use to know,

I still do, know it, it is dark but,

I will rub it in the sun,

above all things bad including the mud,

to my dearest goth, and gothic, love rose,

To my gothic dearest gothic rose love,

I just love all flowers in general,

but only one and it is you,

Ummm, what kind is it ?,

what heart beat will it take,

what kind of gothic rose is it,

Ummm, what heart beat will it take,

I will smell it right now,

to see how it would taste,

this is a sample of how much I love being gothic,

each, and every, day, of different aspects in life,

but the same routine thing will never go

away,

I will feel the warmth breeze,

of the glowing wind stone,

Stone, wind glowing of life's wind,

will take wind airs wind, and me, there,

and that is my all orange, and separate black hair,

with the gothic cross, while standing by the

gothic cross,

the red rose that is, two different strong

things, ♡♡♡ while standing by the Gothic Cross,

a simple red rose is just what I love,

it is what I love to comfort it as I hold,

while smelling the flower and it, it & the flower,

I just love the smell of the red rose flower,

to let out the breeze fresh scent,

the outside is a typewriter, I, and every, thing readable a violet,

come and take me with you,

saying this again and, and again,

until I get it, read me until the graveyard tombstone,

die as I am listening to the rain again,

while the song is playing during the day,

and the evening wind capture it, and me,

feel the heavy weight of,

the dress fall right into the,

the night of mortal eye love,

I am knelt rose holding down,

the red rose,

twinkling moon stars is in my eyes,

twinkling star is in my eye,

like the rain where it goes,

away,

where it end tomorrow or

today,

What I think of life is I love the sky,

more than I do the ground, and the clouds,

I am a goth girl who just desire clowns,

Gothelecktravampire see green grass,

she is loving being goth under the nun,

black dress she wears in the sun to not,

forget the pedals on/in the little flower,

I love life air especially, when it is cold,

on/in the inside of me sitting underneath,

a small tree,

it is cold outside time to sing along,

to my favorite songs,

that hide's deep inside the dirt of me,

busy thinking about the songs during the day,

of me not caring I will, and I am,

swimming in the sea patting a little flower, as well as a leaf,

goth songs are heart warming they make me smile,

I love being inspired by Evanescence,

she is my favorite music artist with a pen,

the coldness in the moth while being,

a goth,

is what it is still on my mind in last night, and today of day frame time,

looking across this gigantic huge thoughts of sky,

my profile page, and profile is,

forever mine,

I love to smell the tastes in life they are,

not a scare bee hive,

I love my life thinking about it, make,

me think of how much I have been regreting

it,

looking at a sun flower at night they are,

a kind in which interest me,

they remind me of to much life,

just thinking about different ways,

to explain it, while relaxing in the

background, a rose lily is in between,

my eyes I will not say goodbye,

to life yet it is my favorite,

to look out a window and, and to be

a day dreamer,

taking a apple brake to eat it,

I am eating it,

imagining eating a apple today,

while I am writing poetry,

instead of reading it, cannot stand

waiting,

I miss writing,

I miss writing my words down,

it help, and keep, me sane,

at night when ever I want to

sleep at evening,

this universe is mine,

and nothing can replace it,