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you told me how you felt, I said I felt the same. I said I would treat you better than those who left you in the rain. Now you're off kissing another man, and telling him the same. But you have left me here alone, standing in the pouring rain.

None can seem to grasp that the gentle pangs of the heart and its mellow sighs to which we acknowledge as love are as eruptive and roaring as the hells of war. Cannon fire blazing fast and destructive are but a mere purr compared to the devastation to which a broken heart thunders away in the midst of cracking. Nobody, and yet everybody is but a simple fool to this Great War’s seduction and all succumb to recruitment into the vast armies of both sides of man and mistress. No one emerges unscathed, not dirtied, or unscarred, yet all slightly wiser to the secrets of warfare, slightly wiser that love is their battlefield. There is no esca

You can tell he cares By the way he gazes upon your beauty The world around him fades to black And all that remains is you For his entire world remains in you The shine about you That the rest of the world lacks Can be found dim in others But it’s like comparing a spark to a bon fire Even when eyes are shut He still can see Perfectly clear An eruption into color Which starts with you Finds itself quickly back with you You can tell he loves you Just by his stare

An Angel’s wings The metallic shriek of the chains echoed out into the quiet space as rusted chains grinded upon one another as she propelled herself to and fro. But none could break the joyous disposition to which my mind had so easily fallen into, the cheerful squeal of youth, the creek of old tired play structures, none could shatter it. She flew past with an unseen grace my eye’s have yet too know, as her hood whipped through the wind and the loose worn laces of her paint coated converse flapped about in an uncontrolled flurry. But my eyes were fixed on those lips, the tender pink pillows you can lose yourself kissing, as a gl

An Angel’s touch The slow rumble of rolling tires over the hard heated tar with the hum of rustling leaves graced my ears as the cool morning breeze caressed my back. The soothing sounds of reality tempted me out of my soothing slumber, feeling the rush of energy as my body came into existence as I became aware to all that surrounds us. A few seconds of dreary thought passed by my conscious as a dreamless night aroused feelings of disappointment through out my mind. The night before had left me wanting and wishing for a drop of time more with which came closest to my heart. Time was a luxury for her, any second to spare was never a sec

 Children and families filled the air with an almost bitter sweet happiness as laughter engulfed the silence. Father Christmas warming the crowds with blazing red cheeks and overwhelming holiday cheer for all. Flashing ornaments blinding your vision with joy provoking colors. Tree’s lined the way to the park square as the giant symbol of this time stood tall and shining in the middle of a gleaming fountain. But none of this caught my attention, lost in the depths of my mind I sat almost empty staring at these wonders. Nothing was behind these eyes but blank gazes and meaningless views. I had escaped to my memories, a place of quiet whe

Classic modern The perfect mix Classic and modern I rock to the beat She steps with the rhythm Spins and twirls My little dancing girl But just wait and see Look at what I can unfurl I glide with pride I just pop and stop Don’t mess with hip hop Look now at her tempting moves But watch out for my tantalizing groove Take my hand I think I got a plan This is classic modern We borrow each others moves Together we can prove If there’s a problem Don’t matter we can improve Now watch the way we move An amazing vibe Only us two can contrive Watch the way we fly We don’t need to try Girl let me see some

The crisp salty sea breeze whipped our faces as we sat divided on the bench. A month had passed since my feelings had flooded from my heart to that seemingly blank screen. What had I been thinking to justify such an act as the right way to convey my feelings? It was undeniably beautiful, the imagery simple but so precise, I had done myself in. But now here we sat hands in our laps gazing wistfully off into the sea as the sun slowly fell to drown itself in the unending sea. She occupied my gaze still though, her being just as beautiful, just as amazing, entrancing, and addicting as anything the world had to offer. But I was ashamed to look a

Close your eyes Is this what I need? Or simply what I wanted? Could this be love? Or could I have miss counted? As I walk away I feel just like I’ve fallen On this same path Where time has me crawlin’ Too young to take a step In the right direction I can barely look At my own reflection But when I take a breath My mind is put too rest So when I close my eyes All deception dies Lying here beside you Life wouldn’t work without you As I reach out In my heart Oh, I have no doubt Your hand is there in mine Because it was always my heart That constantly just screamed out So I pick myself up And wipe off all

when this world comes to a close what would you have me do? As society crumbles shall I stand tall or fall with the rest? Will I be the new beginning or the tragic end?The definition of hope or the meaning of dismay? Can I stand in the fire without getting burned? Or will my scars tell a tale for all to see? Can I inspire dieing dreams or will I kill thriving minds? Will I stand the test of time or will I be nothing but dust in the wind? Create a master piece or make a monster, either way, I will save you. I made the decision what path to take before you were asked the question. Muscles tired and mind wiry I will be the one to lead the way.