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Let me tell you a little secret: Go learn to live a little bit. Poetry © Marissa Faries

I will take on all of which you fear And make all of it disappear. Poetry © Marissa Faries

If affection's like an infection, Then perfection's an injection. Poetry © Marissa Faries

Music's loudly playing. Beneath moon dancing. Tune so entrancing. Mind's solitarily thinking. Beneath stars standing. Afar from rejoicing. Time's gradually ticking. Beneath nightskies sitting. Cries begin echoing. Heart's silently aching. Beneath clouds sleeping. Loud inner feelings. Dream's gently consuming. Beneath blanket experiencing. Transit of fantasizing. She's unwillingly awakening. Beneath all wishing. Fallen into realizing. Poetry © Marissa Faries

Our love is true. Our lives are through. Now I am with you. Now I can hold you. My love for you Had always knew Here is where we'll be anew. Our love was true. Our lives are through. Now you are with me, Now you are all I see. Your love for me Filled me with glee. Paradise our home to be. Our love so true, Our lives continue on through. Now I embrace you, Now I am filled with grace. His love for you and I Has given us wings to fly Through His Kingdom's sky. Our love is true. Our lives are through. Now we thrive in eternal sleep, Now we're alive, Heaven ours to keep. Poetry © Marissa Faries

Good thing I'm shielded From the heat of your hatred. Soon though you'll be beneath me, Then you'll be the one melting. Good thing I've shielded my heart From your desire to rip me apart. Soon though you'll give in To how I'll be making your head spin. You would've been dead sooner, But with you I love feeling like a winner. Poetry © Marissa Faries

If only I had stolen as many hearts, as I have stolen things. Unfortunately, as soon as I learned to like things better than people, I realized the hearts of others would only someday Become just as broken as my own. Poetry © Marissa Faries

I sold my heart of gold To the old man with a heart so cold. Though it seemed I sold my soul to the devil, Truth be told, the old man was never evil. Poetry © Marissa Faries

The Lord is everywhere, He sees everything Through His' Angels' eyes. Those stories in the Bible Could just be metaphors Of other important things. If only unbelievers Would think that He exists And that the words of The Bible Are only there to teach us... (This Earth could possible already be "Hell"...) May sinners not be condemned by Him, But rather, let them learn from Their own personal consequences From committing gluttony, lust and pride. A person who is gluttonous Will only achieve nothing but bad health. A person who is lustful Will only be chasing after disease. And a person with very much pride Yet is also very selfish Will not b

An old oak falls and soaks in a pond, Soon enough, they become so fond. Poetry © Marissa Faries