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I kept telling myself I was over you
That I was done writing about you
Or thinking about you
Or talking about you
But here I am
Six months later and I still feel guilty for letting your name grace my tongue
Here you are again,
wandering around the block,
with that smile you use to pretend
not being caught up in your thoughts.
Here you are again,
but now, you're being brave.
Notions pervade your brain,
Circumstance so familiar by memory painted sphere,
nuances of colorful thoughts looking through that window there.
The same song that gives this canvas its dimension,
doors to the threshold by mystic reason as ascension.
Thought: Baby Steps
Have you ever watched a parent guide a toddler's steps?
It's whimsical,
I say that geared toward the toddler because their legs just aren't strong enough yet,
You know?..
“What do you believe in the most?”
-- The magic
That starts
When you put together
Two broken hearts
And find
They make a whole
It was a breath
Of fresh air
Taking off
The words
Of him
Of her
Of them
And cloaking myself
We were the definition
In front of neon lights
Of what change was
How one person
Insecure
Ugly
Me
Did you see it
In my eyes?
How five words
...or was it six…?
Made me the happiest
Girl
Happiest friend
I guess I mistook
The reasons I have you
And the reasons you have me
We aren’t meant to fall in love
Now
Or ever
I’m meant to be
If the body is a blank canvas
Let me paint a picture
Through the kisses
Telling you what is now
Through the time in my arms
No honey please don’t be so sad…
Trust me
I know
Everything
Because I was you
In a way I still am
Please…
Dear Dude,
When I took those first steps...
Not into the world, no
Into your life.
Who did I look like?
I refuse to believe I didn't remind you of anyone.
Perhaps... an old friend?
You said we'd get our passports You said we'd go to ParisYou said we'd live in New YorkYour dreams were too big for your skin.
Memories light, fleeting at best. Some linger, some stay with unrest.
A sonnet of love can be repeated a billion times, yet the most sinciere of memories... Leaves our mind. Who, what, when, where, why...
Breaking me was the easy part.
Putting me back together as if it didn't hurt me was the hard part.
The part you thought would take to much time & effort.
The part that you skipped.
Today is the day
The day to begin
To begin a new life
A new life full of love
Love that will be shared
Be shared to those around
To those around who may have lost
I saw ribs,
I saw bones,
I ad-libbed,
My lungs filled I with stones.
I saw her eyes;
Green like the sea,
Looking up at cloudless skies;
Bel esprit.
Who;
Can I be?
Mad as a hatter they
Always say.
Down with bloody big
Head or so he says.
Always watching over me,
Thinking that I wouldn't notice him there,
Thinking that I'd be better off with out him.
Here is the begging,
so romising and bright,
but what f you can't se the light?
Hidden by the darkness of a pain that never ends.
Hidden by the sorrow of a fight that just began.
How funny!
You fell down, down, down
Because of a cute little bunny
He’s late, you know
So don’t delay!
If you follow, you’ll get carried away.
Big and Small and Tall again
Why must we always question authority?
Obviously we should back down,
We're simply the minority.
I'll tell you why we stand and fight,
Why we won't give up the shiny crown,
Across the Pond,
And into the Rabbit Hole,
I promised myself I'd never fall again.
But Alas,
I did,
I fell,
And down I went,
Into the Rabbit Hole,
Across the Pond.
When I landed,
To begin agian
to live agian,
to see the light at the end
its all what is scene
becouse its all that has been
repeated agian tell the end.
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
The change it blows,
across the sky.
The wind it grows,
as seasons die.
Heralding might,
with each new dawn.
Winning the fight,
through guise of calm.
Intro {INTRO} we back intro,
ying yang forever see her booty crack,
yall ain't ready for the return of the club poetry crunk,
be like lil jon centipede that woman,
top model she beautiful,
It's raining out & I'm standing out
Thinking it's been year's now
I know it ain't no turning it around
Because she don't feel me like I feel her
Again drowning trying to catch my breath
