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 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
Elicia Mannay
I would of written you a love song.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together L-O-V-E into a comprehensible phrase then I would of written you a love song.
I never could of opened my mouth to sing it for I have no flow… But I would of written it anyway.
I would of written it for you.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together any sentence, any set of words that could explain the way I feel then I would of written you a love song.
Perhaps it would never have been angry or passionate or inspired you to feel anything.
There is a very high chance that it would of never made me feel the way that love songs are generally meant to.
But I would of written it anyway.
I want you to know that I hope that someday someone writes you a love song, and it is not about awkward first kisses on braces or teenage boys with no sense.
I hope that someone writes you a love song and that someone is the someone that I could never be.
The someone you would of never been for me.
Because you can love your best friend in a million ways and one.
But you cannot write a love song for somewhere your love does not belong.
But I want you to know, I would of written you a love song if I knew how, if I could of felt that way then I would of chosen you.
I would of written you a love song.
I would of written it about long brown hair that never changes and blue eyes that stand out like the sea,
I wish I could of written you a love song but you don’t belong to me.
If I could of rearranged the world and chosen each tiny magnificent part then there is not a fragment of you that I would change,
If I could of written you a love song then I would of told you that there’s not a part of you that I would rearrange.
And if I could of…
If I would of…
Written you a love song then it would of been beautiful.
It would of been beautifully strange.
It would of been a hundred things that I’ll never truly know.
Because I would of written you a love song, but I don’t know how.
I hope someone writes you words that bring tears to your eyes.
I hope someone writes you a song and they open their mouth to sing and that melody is sweet.
I think that to anyone else this would all seem quite strange but you will understand these words for everything they mean.
I would of written you a love song.
Instead I wrote you this, because there are a thousand lifetimes and in none of them do we ever make it to a third kiss.
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
It's never the same
But there's sort of an order
We leave as we came
Cross the same borders

And nobody knows
But they'll do what befits  
And that's how it goes
And we all go with it
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
Gracie Knoll
Man's greed is His noose
It entangles His heart
And when He keeps pulling
It pulls Him apart
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
I wish love destroyed you,
But it doesn't do you that courtesy,
It wounds and maimes you,
And it leaves you alive,
It doesn't do you the justice of a mercy killing,
We bleed again and again,
The scars come and never leave,
Forever altered by all of the moments,
Love isn't poetic,
Love is the cache 22 that reminds us that even if you're in heaven right now,
The devil used to also be god's favorite angel,
And hell isn't so far away after all.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
Sara Teasdale
In the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.

What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things:  the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
DaRk IcE
When the waves calm and the clouds part I see you
Bruised and bound within your own fueding mind
Crying, no wait, laughing
Skipping to the beat of a song your heart once sung
Traveling in a direction where crazy meets sane
Becoming a cluster **** of once was and once wished to be
Climbing out of the pits of your hell smelling of burnt skin and leather
Somewhere along the way you missed the great parts of life
Those little things that you wake up for every morning
Remembering parts of a different you, the few times you found a slither of happiness worth living for and something you held dear
Now it's so close, yet so far away of a weak grasp at the tip of tethered hands
Lost in a whirlwind of the war that rages inside of you that won't surrender
Coming and going have merged together creating constant confusion of right and wrong
Claiming to be wise when you surely don't know what wise is
The road never ends, it keeps winding through the ruff of disappointment of repeated mistakes
Taking you back to square one where the waves howl and the clouds never part.
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
Nessa dieR
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
Nessa dieR
I wanted to write
About you,
I wanted to write about how I felt,
But the paper stayed empty
And there was no better way to describe
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
 Jan 2016 Andy Cave
Yellow* was the color that brought us together
Orange was the color that made you glow
Red was the color of our love
Purple was the color you left on my skin
Blue was the color you made me feel
Black was the last color I ever saw
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