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 Dec 2015 Crysta Gingras
Key
To the future I don't know
Toast to the stars.
It's written in our destiny
Whether we know it or not
It can be predicted
But there are exploding stars
Making you unprepared for the unexpected
Anything goes, but for you I know it won't
The universe listens and feeds us
What we desire and don't
Your energy fills the galaxy
Therefore it gives back, of course with time
So just give yourself away
Its so much harder to fight than to let go
Slow down and that shove will be a light push
Don't force it, it will happen.

To the past we once knew
Tilt my glass to the homies who ain't make it through
A rose was planted for you
To my surprise it grew.
Underneath all that concrete
Those roots, yeah, they run deep
To the haters who wanted sleep
Shut up, I don't want to hear ish, not a peep
This is my time, and all of it I intend to keep
My energy has traveled the universe
In these red chucks, I mean converse
Just for me to end back with you
Giving myself to you, feeling myself inside you.
No, it wasn't forced
****, I don't even know the source
But now I'm trying to figure out what course
To take
Should I give myself away
Or fight it, like Rocky
No I'm not trying to be cocky
But I know you want me.
When we kiss, starz explode
But my destiny is trying to unfold
Its not my intentions to be a ****
This life is just nothing we can predict
Whatever happens, happens is the verdict!
The Weary, they wander
Tempest-tossed
Onto my
Lonely shores,
Sailors with
Shipwrecked vessels,
Travelers grim with
Soles scraped sore

They seek to quell
Their solitude
Ill fated and alone,
And finding me
Beside the sea
Lamenting,
They postpone

I welcome them
With flames alight
Inside the hearth
Of my heart
Although I know
They never stay,
That soon they will
Depart

Every time that
One arrives
The feeling sprouts
Anew
He'll leave me
And I know it,
But there's nothing
I can do

I am Calypso, cursed
To long for love
That is unchanging
No solace rolls in
With the tide
The tempest, still,
Is raging.
Seldom have i been raised,
In the wilder I've been tamed,
With the intensity at which I have paced,
Incrementing my status alone,
By myself,
Without shelter and ongoing pain,
Without food have I survived,
No initial support,
My feet paralyzed,
Running through the busy streets in search of food,
Aggravating peoples privacy,
It has not only been torment,
But humiliation for me,
Begging for money,
Studying and making my life more easy,
I'd never dream for you or anyone to see the torture I've seen.
Put yourself in their place and imagine.
if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting

of seatides
i trusted not,
                    one night
when in my fingers

drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between your perfect
*******

darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down

the singing reaches of
my soul
spoke
the green-

greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
sea
i knew thee death.

                              and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night,when all my days
shall have before a certain

face become
white
perfume
only,
          from the ashes
then
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush

the mischief from her eyes and fold
her
mouth the new
flower with

thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars
Him
His laughter, his smiles,
The sound of his voice,
All make my chest ache with a sweet pain.
He's someone I can't live without.
He loves with a passion and devotion
That takes my breath away.
I can't be jealous.
He isn't mine.
But oh, how i wish he was.
Happy new years eve eve yall! x
Do we dare dream to fall?, to fly... to go crashing through the bedroom door
Where we tumble and roll and slowly lose all of our clothes
Lost under the sheets we ride shooting stars
Circle the sun in the blink of an eye
Catch a glimpse of eternity inbetween the beat of our hearts
Do we dare turn the page and find ourselves living a storybook life
Hopes and wishes blooming like flowers all night and all day
And when we read between the lines we find a love so perfect it's almost cliche
If we dare to sneak a glimpse and skip to the last page
Would it be a black and white classic of two aged hands holding a heart that still beats wildly and madly and impossibly in love
Dare we..
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