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... You green eyed star in your rinky dink car with the wild Brunette hair of yesterday. Your laugh is just so cute, with the little snort and a hoot, so pretty I’d sell my life away. The kindness of a child Is revealed in that smile With a shine of a hallmark pun. he grace of your walk Makes everyone talk, for its beauty cannot be outdone. Yet, The intensity in those eyes Even prettier when they cry, Truly gives you beauty times three. And so, my Achilles heel I hoped I revealed Just why you...

I need you dear, The sunrise of my life, I’m breaking with all these sunsets. You’re my dew, my cool morning fog, My breath of fresh air, That seems to fill me more with life Than life itself, I wish you were here...near, And you wouldn’t have to talk. A silent tree breaks the wind, A Beautiful You breaks the pain, The roots of your presence Tear me apart, but hold me within So I need you here, When pain is gusting in, With the cool morning breeze, Paired with the soul, Of my Dearest, Loving,...

The day goes by as I pack your bags You’ll leave me tonight, I move very slow I hope you won’t go. We finish our task and I drive you to work, I wait all night. As if I’m in church, praying the clock's tick Nine I pick you up with a gift in hand, We drive to your home, and I can’t understand Why your mom talks so long, I just want to go To the basement where we can feel close. We’re finally released, and I hurry downstairs. We flirt a little as we sit on your couch, like always, Just with the...

Grey hairs grow Wrinkles show And daughters Flee with love I sit on my porch swing And gaze, the sky above. I tap my feet to MCR On my age old mp3, Marvel the setting sun as pretty as ever It chilled cold, For I am old And walked into my home, I met my love, A charming wink, Her blushed cheeks graced my lips, And I sat down Upon my weightless rocker. I played some 360 and passed to a book Of Allan Poe, Torn and worn with love.

Madness we seek shackles our feet to the dirt. For this detention, loosens no tension without hurt. The bulge of our pockets, our pants in fact create that key we yearn to unshakle bare feet, minds, and weights off our back. Yet we yearn on, blind and unaware, of the simple answer all ready known, just left in the past without a care. The childish eye we once had, gives breath to our feet to cast loose from the dirt. Gives life to our minds to fix what is hurt. And straightens our backs, reli...