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A man walks into a bar,
he's an alcoholic and
it's destroying his life.
The curtain descended on the show
at last the cast took a bow

There you were reaching for the stars
my heart you took in you hands that night

You reached for my hand so new
took my life into yours I knew

You told me life was a song
you kissed my breeze all day long

You were my life and love in a sweet melody
we danced into the night

One last time has come as we gather round
all those unforgotten days so lost

Fond memories brought moments of sob'
hurting my heart never to be.... I knew it the moment
again after years of disappointment

Don't go I cry, my eyes gone dry
a hint of goodbye just one more time


This crying for my love my life
I didnt mind the whirl
one last time my love we gather here..


You are and have been my perfect love....

Debbie
United in love.... .............
 May 2015 ghostsonpaper
Just Melz
we search for secrets
and lies because we
can't understand
the realities
in our
minds
To think and wish what ifs...

To look to the past for what might have beens...

To gaze upon what once was and what could have come to past.....

Leaves one's heart tender and aching

Until you realize, what is

Is good and true and joyous

In its own right.
i'm not at all a morning person, but,
could i be your morning person?
i could get up at seven on sundays and make your coffee.
and be up at 2am on wednesdays to hold you while you sleep.  
and,
at 4am,
when you feel like your worlds getting too small for all your thoughts,
i'll wake up,
and stay up,
so you can let your imagination over flow into mine just to stop it from spilling out onto the floor.
i'm not a morning person; not at all,
but, could i be your morning person?
its sort of messy? but i like it i think? feedback would be nice i suppose?
Walk into class
Stop and stare
The tables been taken
Forced to sit with the rest
Myself and one other
Forced to do the unthinkable
Socialize
The rest of this class are either, ******* annoying fuckwits, hoodrats and then theres like 7 people in the whole class that are decent
Theres more in this life than I think I can handle,
legos pile around me,
hell is becoming more understandable.
Every little mistake I've made
burns my soul with unending flames,
the memories toy with my mind
like Lego games.  
Building blocks around my heart
and shredding the bits of humanity I have left apart.
Stacking up the walls higher
and stronger to keep the emotions away,
if it all falls down
the insanity and anger will come out to play.
So these Lego games that block out all the hurt
need to stand tall,
I can't let anything break down or my life will
crumble
and
*f
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 May 2015 ghostsonpaper
Short
I ****** a poet. No, I didn't, but wouldn't it have been beautiful.
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