I guess it started when I felt I needed something different. When you want it, it's just hard to keep it realistic.
All games. I'm done playing. Now the puzzle picture doesn't work with all these pieces missing.
More specifically, we were closer when we kept our distance. Optimistic. Pessimistic. I can't even tell the difference.
You would always break down when we talked about a break up. Mascara down your check, I always mess up trying to make up. Yeah I see that.
Yeah I see all the complexity, it starts to mess with me. We take a seat but no one talks like an assembly.
Mentioning the fact that we're not perfect is the perfect way to tell that it's not worth it, are you listening?
No, it's always hard to hear the things that you don't want to hear. My phone battery on 17% that's how I feel here.
"Are we done here?" She asked rhetorically, heading to the door. She's taking all her things. She can't take it anymore.

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One day you will see
How beautiful the star in my hand
That star I once dreamed to touch
The one I want you to hold

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Autumn Leaves

Born far above ground,
Each leaf is a new dream,

Time to go for a ride,

Falling, flying,
From colorful trees,
Catching a ride with the wind,

Shala la la la la la!

Raining down, more colors than a rainbow;
Reds greens yellows tans, oranges, browns...

Sewing, many layers of a colorful quilt,
Quietly covering the sleeping grass,  

A soft, crunchy carpet for,
Dogs and kids to run through,

Autumn Leaves.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

The way your eyes shine makes me glad I'm not blind. Actually, I think about it all the time.
Even Stevie wouldn't wonder, I mean lightning looks good but it's the feeling of the thunder, ya know?
Why are we always so reckless? Broken hearts on your checklist.
I'm thinking I want more than that. I'm all turnt, how'd I end up in this cul-de-sac?
Someone flipped the light switch. I'm like thank you Mr. Edison.
I want more than just a side stitch. Shout out to Lilo, Disney mention.
Did I mention? I always pay attention. That's why your boy can always tell when you're not yourself.
I just want the real you. I'm sick of chicks with scripts baby tell the truth.