'Friends' 'Separation' 'Longing'
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Collecting Stones The chills to my bones.Mixed messages and firm tones.A heart that aches and moans.Overlooking blessings and the factthat I am a backbone. The lessons that are unknown.Throwing away a diamondlusting after stones.When am I gone you
You began by holding my hand
destroying all my obstacles,
holding me when I couldn't stand.
Though it began with late night scary dreams,
for which you were prepared;
Dear, you
You know who you are
You know why you’re far
Away, but I don’t care why
Whenever I think of you I almost cry
Few years ago I would smile and say hey
Because life's too short to feel hate
Now, i have been hurt too many times
Being nice to the traitor is no longer my fortay
For Curt.
His eyes were an offset blue,
Identical to the unyielding forces
of the tempestuous sea and the
churning influence of the clouds.
Or were they an unpolished silver,
