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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Love is like...
Love is like sleep
Sometimes it's deep
Sometimes it's not
You will go Crazy
If you don't have it
Everyone needs it
And no matter what
People fall back into it
And so...
She stands there before me
a crumbling flower
not what she used to be
stripped of who she was
And so she cries
I used to cling to her
needing her shelter
needing her warm arms
now she clings to me
And so she cries
And I am a memory
of better days past
and I am a reminder
of what they've become
And so she cries
She stands there before me
broken and pieced together
lost in her role
scared and confused
And so she cries
a crumbling flower
not what she used to be
stripped of who she was
And so she cries
I used to cling to her
needing her shelter
needing her warm arms
now she clings to me
And so she cries
And I am a memory
of better days past
and I am a reminder
of what they've become
And so she cries
She stands there before me
broken and pieced together
lost in her role
scared and confused
And so she cries
Easy
Easy.
An easy test; one that you need not study for.
An easy game; one you have played many times before.
An easy girl; one who is used for only one thing.
An easy boy; one who is beat striving to be king.
An easy kiss; one that need no end.
An easy heart; one that need not mend.
An easy life; one who holds their head up high.
An easy truth; one that knows they tell no lie.
Easy.
An easy test; one that you need not study for.
An easy game; one you have played many times before.
An easy girl; one who is used for only one thing.
An easy boy; one who is beat striving to be king.
An easy kiss; one that need no end.
An easy heart; one that need not mend.
An easy life; one who holds their head up high.
An easy truth; one that knows they tell no lie.
Easy.
Haikus
Fork in the road
Which way to go, left or right?
Its up to you now
The old antique shop
Filled with unwanted treasures
Waiting to be found
He is beautiful.
Ebony curls, soft skin
Silently sleeping.
Which way to go, left or right?
Its up to you now
The old antique shop
Filled with unwanted treasures
Waiting to be found
He is beautiful.
Ebony curls, soft skin
Silently sleeping.
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