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I used to think of myself as a terminally unromantic soul-less wench who dismissed the idea of marriage and happy ever after with a sharp kick in the nuts.
But I'm gradually becoming softer and less cycnical. Hell, maybe its my age.
But these days I'm far happier watching Location, Location or Jamie Oliver than I am pint-in-hand in some scummy club.
I have a far-off dream of an ex-rock-star-esque small holding, a nice big kitchen and a chicken or two. Alex James style.
In truth, I don't think I'll ever settle down, but I might for a man who...
...makes me laugh...
...appreciates my creativity
...is stupidly good at cuddles
...is very cheeky...
...kisses my forehead...
...will play with my hair when I'm sleepy...
...loves my curves, my glasses and my ditzyness...
...loves music more than he loves me...
...gets excited by the same silly things as me, and can talk crap for hours...
...rings me whenever he misses me, just to say a bit of silliness or play me a song...
...lets me cook for him...
...looks at me like he wants me...
...is my best friend, my lover, and my confidant...
...just gets me...
I'm a student of lyrics. They're my poetry. Even 'I Love You' doesn't cut it agains this lot...
Oh nothing's perfect;
I'm hoping I'll do
My mistake
And no mistake
And I would take it back if I could...
I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do,
now there's poetry,
in an empty coke can...
A quiet heartbeat
your quiet hearbeats
shine like millions
race runner you shine like millions
and sleep, like small stars fly back home....
I made you leave her for me
and now I'm feeling pretty mean,
but my mind has fucked me over more times
than any man could ever know...