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CG Abenis Feb 2012
Nothing makes me feel more secured with your loving embrace.
CG Abenis Feb 2012
You rocked back and forth
Looking at the stars from your
90 year - old door.

You're three years older
Than your creepy old - styled house,
And yet you're alone.

Nobody visits,
They don't even seem to care,
Yes, nobody does.

You're old and weak now,
Always rocking back and forth
on your rocking chair.

When people pass by
They show that weird, awkward stare,
Then you start to glare.

You're old and weak now,
And you have a heart disease,
No one dares to help.

Poor old man, you are
Left  with nothing but your wealth,
Just your worthless wealth.

I would want to help,
If I were just your neighbor,
I will help yourself.
CG Abenis Feb 2012
I                 j umped
               j
            j,      




                                                w
                                           e
                                      l
                                 f
                        I




To follow the footsteps of you.
CG Abenis Feb 2012
Ooooooops!




My heartbeat is unstable,



                       would you be my remedy?
CG Abenis Feb 2012
You strum the guitar strings,


                             but they just got broken.
CG Abenis Feb 2012
Nobody remembered,


                                                   ­  It's my birthday today.



I guess I'll just sing a lonely birthday song for myself,





Then on my bed I'll lay




                                      'till I
                                              f
                                             a
                                              l
                                              l
                                                 as(zzzzzz)leep.
CG Abenis Feb 2012
They're flesh were rotten,
They've got brittle bones,
They drank a cup of coffee
That they always liked cold.
But as they drank, they both smiled
Reminiscing the old days,
When they were still young lovers
The memories they can't erase.


They're dead now, but still together,
inside a cave of stone,
Where Mr. and Mrs. Smith
became walking skeletons.
They have no flesh, have no eyes
and no more teeth but they still smile,
Mr. and Mrs. Smith still love each other
Though they're more than senile.
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