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After October
I'm so ready to start over.
I'm so glad we found each other
I'd be lying if I said
That our love was never true
I always knew
Every time I looked at you
I would need no proof
Cause' I saw the truth.
Just like the leaves, I knew that we would fall.
What was that?
Did it mean anything to you at all?
Of course it did.. you love me, right?

Im unsure
I know at one point you were everything.
I know that I loved you..
Money Only Burns If We Set It On Fire
Don't Set Your Real Blessings Ablaze
In hopes they don't turn to ashes
Shane Lease Nov 22
What worked for you, may not work for them.

What makes you sentimental, are the worries they condemn.

Listen to how they talk.
See how they view the world.
Embrace their pain.
Embrace their vulnerability.

You and I are not the same
We run the same race with nothing to gain
Put myself in your shoes,
And maybe we can both win through and through.

But if you cant match my pace,
You cannot see my face.

Cause to love you true, we must see each others point of view.
Shane Lease Oct 21
I Look To Where You Used to Lay.
I Can Hear My Sheets Laughing.
Pillows Dont Hold My Tears Like they Used to.

Even My Bed Mocks Me,
That I Still Want You
  Oct 18 Shane Lease
one of you
some you see
some you dont
not all will heal
not all end in groth
i know youve heard
what dosent **** you makes you stronger
but thats not always true
some time it just makes you realize
no one will ever be there for you
  Oct 18 Shane Lease
Malia
I long to see me
As you do,
Entirely foreign and
Mundanely beautiful.
I wish to trace
The curves of my lettering,
Attempting to decode
A message I have already
Memorized.
I have already unraveled
All of my mysteries but you
Still startle at each creak
Of the floor, each squeak
Of the door.
Nevertheless,
That elsewise wonder
Is only reserved for
Strangers.
Elsewise:

adj. struck by the poignant strangeness of other people's homes, which smell and feel so different than your own—seeing the details of their private living space, noticing their little daily rituals, the way they've arranged their things, the framed photos of people you'll never know.
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