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Daniel Thorne Mar 2015
Is there a little place,
Inside your tired mind?
A place where you can wander,
That no one else can find?
It's a little bitty crawlspace,
Where you go to hide from life,
Hidden from the outside world,
From the devil and his strife.

There's lots of stuff to do in there,
Many creatures to see,
Many demons all around,
A twisted fantasy.
Crazy wishes do abound,
In this pocket wonderland,
Horrors as well as fairy tales,
Where battles are at hand.

No matter what you need,
No matter who gives you scars,
Just hide in your little pocket world,
And count your lucky stars.
Daniel Thorne Mar 2015
Keep it simple,
Keep it plain,
Happy sorrow,
Lovely pain.

Doing that,
Or doing this,
Ignorant knowledge,
Suffering bliss.

Brightening shadows,
Irate prayers,
Blessed curses,
Wandering stares.
Daniel Thorne Mar 2015
Why is she so beautiful?
So perfect and kind?
So wise and sweet?
And why was I so blind?

Why did I not see it?
How right you are?
Though not perfect,
To me you're a star.

I waited too long my dear,
To feel or say,
But it was all for a reason,
And now we've found our way.

Why so perfect?
Why am I blessed?
Why did He give me you?
I know it was for the best.

And I have no regrets,
No second thoughts retreat,
I'll stay with you to work it out,
My friend beautiful and sweet.
Just a morning exercise.
Daniel Thorne Mar 2015
It's the snow...
That falls around us...
That takes our shame, and leaves us bare.
It's the cold...
That drives us forward...
For we know the spring is coming.

I'm tired inside, I'm dying,
And nobody knows my pain,
I've tried, oh I've tried,
To last until the melting rain,
Till summer comes to move us on from the past,
And give us rest because we are running fast.

It's the snowdrifts...
That pull us down inside...
That heavy weight, of death and guilt.
It's the frigid winds...
That bite our hearts...
And leave us to repent ourselves.

I'm tired inside, I'm dying,
And nobody knows my pain,
I've tried, oh I've tried,
To last until the melting rain,
Till summer comes to move us on from the past,
And give us hope because now we're sleeping at last.
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Daniel Thorne Mar 2015
She loves how I act,
                                   But I don't see why.
She loves how I talk,
                                    But I hate it.
She loves how I think,
                                     But I don't get it.
She loves how I look,
                                     But I never saw it.

She loves, and I will never see,
Being all in love, and yet so unworthy...
I just don't get it sometimes. :)
Daniel Thorne Mar 2015
Come to me come, wherever you are,
When life is saddest, I'm never far,
Where things are hard, and you have to choose,
In the sing-songy home of the blues.

Come to me come, whenever you hate,
Yourself or others, it's not to late,
I'll help you and listen, when you need it most,
I'll hold you and bless you, and give you the most.
Daniel Thorne Feb 2015
All we hope, and gather,
All we see and pass,
Forever sinks, would rather,
Die in flames of brass.

Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
Were can our mistakes be, if all we are is sin?
Where there's nothing left to live for, and all is cold within?
There's one above, one up there,
One who heals our hearts,
One who saves and glorifies,
We don't live in the bastille this time to start.

All we're longing for,
All we want in life,
Forever leaves it's stay,
But He will slay the strife.

Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
Were can our mistakes be, if all we are is sin?
Where there's nothing left to live for, and all is cold within?
There's one above, one up there,
One who heals our hearts,
One who saves and glorifies,
We don't live in the bastille this time to start.
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