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 Dec 2012 Eva Elyse
Damaré M
I wish they made only one bottle
Made only one pair
Made only one style
Only made her size
I wish her eye color was rare
Her body type was distinct
If she didn't act similar to others that'll be nice too
I wish she didn't walk past me like strangers do
What if her conversation was deeper than greeting a new friend?
I wish I wasn't only funny to her As I am to the audience
Wish my texts or calls meant more than just another guy trying his luck
My wishes may never come true because I'm wishing upon a girl that I should have been hopeless about from day 1
But the little time spent makes me annoyed by the replica of her scent
WHY MOST WOMEN HAVE TO SHOP AT
BATH AND BODY WORKS?
And why can't Tide wash away them cuddled nights?
Dre Beats cannot send bass through my head to replace her laugh
Sleep cannot put her smile to rest as I dream
And the way she use to look at me, me and this girl with similar glazed hazel eyes gazed in the same fashion
Another time I was behind and I sped up to tap her on the shoulder but.. It.. Was.. Not ... Her...
I wish
I wish
Oh I just wish I knew it is over just how she's sure
And I only wish society will help me forget her
The fruits of what you planted here are rotting in my
mind
And every day I lock the doors and leave it all
behind
I'm looking for a fire that will **** the rancid
fume
But as for now I'll rectify in ink and through a
plume
Injustice reigns in all you do, oh planter of these
seeds
I've felt you water parts of me with hotly boiled
deeds
You've burned me more than I can say or memory can
claim
And how I can be of your flesh should drive me half
insane
Instead I balance what I know with what I've seen you
do
Let clarity prepare a way to purge what's left of
you
I'm almost there, I sense it now, the last I'll use this
key
For I have found the other room you tried to hide from
me
So take your place inside yourself and I will walk
away
And harbor neither hatred nor the curses you could
lay
I'm breathing now, I've filled my lungs with freshly seasoned
air
I'm entering with both feet in, a newly painted
lair
From the perspective of a boy writing to his father.
 Dec 2012 Eva Elyse
James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
All my life
I sought
an angel.
And he appeared
in order to say:
"I am no angel !"
I can still recall, as bright as dawn,
those cryptic lines and your cobalt eyes.

Just so natural, you seemed.
He was just as caged as free.
Just like the shoreline, you are.
He is lying there in scattered parts.

I'll be the one to stir your bones,
the one to build our broken home.

Just so natural, you seemed.
This fate is purely for me.
Just like the shoreline, you are.
I'm forever living in your heart.

I'll be the one to stir your bones,
the one to build our broken home.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 10th, 2010

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