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 May 2017 Lydia
Mike Hauser
Me & You
 May 2017 Lydia
Mike Hauser
Me & You came to this party
Full of vigor, full of life
Ready to take it all head on
Me & You, husband and wife

Me & You are the daily special
With love served on the side
Here or to go we're good with the flow
Me & You together for life

Me & You are willing partners
Me & You both fit the crime
The day we robbed each others heart
Me & You have been doing time

Me & You fit each other
Like a well worn pair of gloves
Summer strong, Winter warm
Me & You covered in love

Me & You are holding steady
To this venture we are on
More rough these days than ready
Me & You in this love song

Me & You do better together
Than we ever could separately
Two love birds of a feather
Flying through this life fancy free
 May 2017 Lydia
Max
My sharpie
 May 2017 Lydia
Max
If not for my sharpie
My wrists would have more scars
My sharpie is my substitute
For objects that are sharp

So instead of carving  my wrists
I draw on them instead
If not for my sharpie
I truly would be dead
Mike Hauser has inspired me. He told me I should post it so here it is.
 May 2017 Lydia
Mike Hauser
I wonder where would I be
If not for the Sharpie
To keep myself organized
Permanently

As I store my life in boxes
With short stories on top
So I'll know where to go
When I need to restock

I even Sharpie my name
On the tags of my clothes
So both my clothes and I know
By whom they are owned

Oh the Hollywood tragedy
If my pirated DVD's
Where not all color coded
By a rainbow array of Sharpie's

Plus they're the perfect party favors
With the overindulgent guest
For weeks they can look in the mirror
And see all the fun that they missed

There is nothing I like better
Than pulling out my permanent pen
And marking down forever
Whatever mood I'm in
 May 2017 Lydia
Max
Untitled
 May 2017 Lydia
Max
A girl without beauty
A girl without money
Looked down upon
They thought it was funny

That she was broken
That she was hurt
Nobody knew what she was worth

She grew tired of it
She wanted it to end
She was a girl with not even one friend

So she found a gun
She wanted it to be done
But she failed to do it
She continued to run

She ran from society
Ran from reality
But she ran oh so far

Look who she turned out to be
Lost in her thoughts
She grabbed the gun
One shot
And it was done
suicide is a sad but common topic. It is a thought that is always in my head.

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