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anger
shaking my whole body


you're mine.

you could never be anyone else;s

it's too soon it's too soon it's too soon it's too soon


please
just a little longer




you could never be trash

you're my
you're my
you're my




light
at the end of this tunnel



the light
at the bottom of this pit

this grave

that i am digging for myself




i want you here
more than anything

don't give up on me don't give up on me don't give up on me




i weep daily

in public places

just for you
fever is back
it never stays away long
it never truly lifts
it has found me
open
 Sep 2013 Andrew Monroe
g clair
cry
 Sep 2013 Andrew Monroe
g clair
cry
It's hard to think that we'd forget
but harder still is writing songs about it
We never felt so bad and yet
the therapist is bent on getting us to pout about it
for all eternity
left out of maternity
wearing funny clothes
feelin bad out my nose and

It's getting to the place
my figure's where I do declare
It's not that I'm blown out
but I'll agree It's getting there
Just my gut reaction
to the world, a huge distraction
every day is passing by
while all I do is wonder why

No one else could really care
about the heartache in my hair
how one word could scar a life
silent strife, a cross to bear
knowing it would come around
I forgave but it's still there

The only thing that mattered
the only thing we knew
was that our hearts were shattered
and still our bodies grew
and we were grown up,
the bag is filled to bursting
fed up
hungry and still thirsting

let down , turn around
see the mess we're in
carrying this bitterness
was something of a sin
what to do, just walk away
or kick it to the curb
sort through stinkin garbage
jagged memories to disturb

A typical reaction
to pain is to forget
to push it down and numb it out
something I regret
some days I can laugh about it
some days wanna to keel
God above, if you are Love
soften up this heart of steel

If it's true, that you renew me
and in you there is no lack
please wash the dirt away
and get this monkey off my back
sick of all the drama
tired of being shy
holding back, the pressure builds
The dam bursts and I cry...

and You say
Let me
Let me tell you what I think about you
Tell Me
Tell me what you think about Me
Loved you
Loved you from the start of all
creation
had you set apart
for our relation
wanted you to need me
but Im not the needy type
trying to be heard above the
noise and all the hype
now you're finally listening
Just know that you are mine.
This is what you're made for and it is not a pick-up line
I've got your back, you're covered now, forgiven and set free
Nothing separates you from my Love,
and this was meant to be...

oh, and these tears are good for you
While all of my friends will tell me no,
I say yes because I can't watch you go.

While all of my friends won't like you at all,
You're quite the catch, and it's worth the fall.

And though I've just met you, I can't help it, you see,
I'm thinking about you, hoping you're thinking about me.
roses, red
lilies, white
I'm still waiting for you to write.
violets, blue
daisies, pink
I'm slowly running out of ink.
carnations, orange
marigolds, yellow
all this waiting, I'm growing mellow.
Writing.
Perfect way
of losing yourself
in thoughts and dreams
that seem to become reality.
© 2012
Started writing my stories again. Maybe I'll finish one this time.
 Sep 2012 Andrew Monroe
ASB
I no longer love you
I have learned to let you go
But even after all these years
Some things I still don’t know

How come that when I look at you
I somehow see forever?
How come that when I think of love
I think of memories?
How come that when I hear your name
A voice’s singing in my head?
How come that every day with you
Is my whole life for me?

How come that you’re the only one
That I want to grow old with?
How come that my heart skips a beat
Each time I see your smile?
How come that even breathing hurts
Just because you don’t love me?
And how come that you broke my heart
And made the pain worthwhile?

It doesn’t really matter
Maybe I don’t need to know
For I no longer love you
I have learned to let you go
 Sep 2012 Andrew Monroe
SWB
Marvel
 Sep 2012 Andrew Monroe
SWB
I used to ride this bike
on dirt roads
up and down
and up again.
Along the country's veins
in blessed Greencastle.
That bike with the basket-
the blue wonder
faster than the hills themselves.
I'd ride with chipped teeth
and skinned knees.
I would only stop
to help grasshoppers
off the road
or to throw mason jars
into the streams.
No watch,
no phone
no direction.
I never outgrew that marvel-
thank God for youth
and its sunny scars.
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