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What is love
A four letter word
is it a decision, a feeling
Or maybe a verb?
Can you feel it in your gut
or maybe circling in your head?
Can you find it in the store
Or find it in your bed?
Does it change with the weather
Or like a plant grow?
Does it flutter like butterflies
or will it never go?
Is it a grand affair
Like the Town Parade?
Or is a secret,
a silly game fools play?
Is it the scent of a flower
a most breath taking bloom?
Or a smell so rancid
it can clear the room
Love to me
is sweeter than air
A feeling no words
can even compare
covers you like a blanket
of the purest white snow
The love that I feel
will never want to go
But make life better
us against them
and should we fall
get up and do it again
Its the sweetest smelling flowers
gardens for miles
It's a colorful sunset
Whatever to make you smile
Its not found at the store
or in a bar, or your bed
It's a conscious decision
choices made in my head
Because feelings lie
and marriage is dead.
I could be like the world
But I'll do Proverbs 31:10 instead.
"Do me a favor?" I whisper, my voice harsh
"Anything." you look up at me, tears in your eyes.
"Catch me"
I lean off the slippery bridge rail
I can hear you scream my name
Far above me
I crash hard into the sea
The cold water engulfs my body
I try to breathe and the liquid invades my lungs
Weighing me down like chains
My body grows heavy as the icy waters numb my nerves
My consciousness slowly fades
And just as fast as I fell
I'm gone
Desperate screams fill the air as i sink into a never ending dream,
A dream where life doesnt exist and all there will ever be is me trapped in a eternal slumber.
This dream doesnt end in angst for whats to dream next,
Because the dream never ends.
Im stuck filling the darkness with grey and black, not even thinking of what the dream even means.
Because in this dream i cannot think, and in this dream i cannot awake.
This dream is mine and only mine to decode without thinking or awakening.
This dream is mine,
Mine to keep,
And mine to dream.
The sound of this drizzling rain against the rooftops is enough to make me drift away...
Even with my eyes wide open I can feel myself sinking into a beautiful hypnosis.

I want to stay in this moment for as long as possible.
The infinite feeling of peace brings tears to the brim of my eyes.

As the drops run down the windshield, the outside world becomes a blur...
The way things are mirrored in water after throwing a rock in the center of the pool.

The obscured landscape is no less gorgeous with this imperfection.
The same as you....

For beauty is no less beautiful when skewed.
Just not as easy to recognize.

It may require you dig below the surface to see it.
But just under skin deep...it still lingers there.

These droplets keep calling my name.
Asking that I stand and let them fall over me delicately.

Feeling the cool sky crash down upon my lips..
Weighing down my hair and clothes...
this is the weight of the world.

Falling into the lake at which I am sitting....
The ripples...spreading out and dissipating,and I am the only witness.

Now the sky has become one with the earth it has fallen over,
and a part of the moisture held within my skin, *a part of me...
Don't worry about it.
Her voice as sharp as blades.
Just give up on him.
Screeching like nails on a chalkboard
You can feel your world crashing around you.
You're falling.
No one is giving you the answers you need.
Life doesn't have a cheat sheet.
You need to figure this out.
But you can't think straight.
But don't worry.
I'm here for you.
I'll pick you back up once you crash.
You'll be okay.
Don't worry about it.
There she sits
A little girl in white,
A daisy in her hand
A smile on her face

Not a care in the world
But the shadow across her face,
Yet no one sees her
She's far too small

The path she walks on
It's make of bone,
She drops the daisy
And it withers to ashes,

Out in the field
She finds a man,
One that has fallen
Due to a ball of iron in his side

The little girl kneels,
Placing a hand on the wound
The man looks up
To see the pretty little face

"Come home daddy,"
The small lips whisper
A tear escapes the grown man's eye
For one thing is certain

He'll never see his little girl again.
Three girls sit in a room
One with waist long black hair
That flows over her dark clothes
Her figure hugged by a black corset,

The second has hair the color of sand
It plays in long waves
Over her professional attire
But a tattoo shows her wild side,

The third a head of dark brown
In curls it matches her hippie skirt
She laughs and sings with joy,
This one is care free

The first girl dressed in black
Is called by the name of Jenna
Having remained hidden so long
She looks to the third girl for guidance,

The second is Marie
She is determined and strong,
But not nearly as strong as Jenna,
She too looks to the third for guidance,

This third girl is very well known
Ever person can see her
She is not hidden from sight,
She is known well as Lauren

These three, yet so different
Are all the same
Each one has a secret,
Known only by the third

This secret has been held
Long over the years
But each girl will shine,
For they are all one in the same.
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