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    back the layers
of my thin
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  We
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         Our
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                  &
                   Eat
                     Our
                       Food

          We're                  
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  We're Were Big Kids Now
         We Snack
            On  A
             Train

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My story is tragic
As the pen spills it's magic
Unraveling like fabric
On my over worn
Under kept jeans
From my teens
Busted seams
Like broken dreams
I am my jeans
Out dated and out of style
Haven't been patched
In quite a while
There's a hole in my pocket
Like the one in my heart
These jeans
They are me
& Their falling apart

I'm the prophet in my life
Nothing in my wallet
The only paper that I make
Holds the words of my sonnet
Nothing left but sense
Just the change in my pocket
Safe near my heart
Without a way to lock it
My style is poor
So who's gonna rob it
Yea my style is poor
But I'm gonna rock it
Cuz these words
Are all I own

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need

I don't buy things on credit
I won't make that promise
My truth is my proof
I'm just trying to be honest
Flying high on life
Blazing tales like comets
You'll never be low
When life has you high on it
My style is poor
But I'm gonna rocket
Cuz the sky is where I fly

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need

Have you ever stood in the shadows
Of someone so grand
That you couldn't even speak
No
You couldn't understand
You stand so tall
On your mountain of pride
That I feel so very small
And severely unrefined
I can't express this emotion
Every line absurd
So I ponder in your shadow
Searching for the right word
Learn
In order to stand
On your mountain of pride
I must learn the lessons
I have long denied
To learn is to grow
And I must grow tall
So that in your presence
I don't feel so **** small
So shed some light down won't you
For this budding young lady
Dwelling on your mountain side
Has been shockingly shady lately

The tenderness
Of his touch
Was almost
Too much
Yet entirely
Just enough

Was it love
Or was it lust
The second
They knew
Little of

So they Mixed
Love
With lust
Adding a brush
Of trust

And with each
Tantalizing ******
They melded
The Art of Paper Hearts
Perfectly blending
Their canvas
A bed
Of trust