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if you fall for someone's leaves and not for their roots

what do you do when autumn comes?
.       **You're A Gift From God              
                  At His Moment
                           Of Joy
I do love you very much
If you love her do something
because she
is
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and no one else
can catch her
 Mar 2015 Rock n Roll Poet
AJ
I want a fight with closure.
I hate how I bring up something important
And you some how guide me into
Falling asleep and shaking it off.

I want to scream and cry and yell at each other.
I want to get all of it out before we have
This new little life to mess up together.
Because we've been together for four years.
And that's way to long to keep this ***** laundry.

I want to let it go.
But a bike rusts when you leave it out for too long.
We need a new coat of paint.
Good guys finish last
Because they put their ladies first.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
If I could turn back the clock I would
Not to erase what Iv done or who I'v become
Just to do something's I should have done
To grab that moment and experience things
I would risk the butterfly effect how bad could it be
but the clock only moves forward never back
It's a fact
so for now My dreams will be my way to change those days
To live them again and make more of them
With you always with you
The brighter the light
The darker the shadow
Upon my rusty cage
A vindictive past rattles

Come out, come out
And sell us your soul
The one we condemned
All those years ago

Did you think it was over
Did you think we were through
Did you think you could escape
The inhumane zoo...
Traveler Tim
Chains of heart strings locked away by fake queens
Time behind a cell wall
I wonder why love is a crime

Punishment from something that my heart commits
But my brain a bystander to an attack on beauty
Witness to pain from someone meant to be a painkiller

Your lying lips sounding like old movie scripts
Bounding me to the cold corners of this mental cage
Prison tattoos consisting of scarred arms

Associates in romance and nothing more
Holding hands just a misdemeanor
You’re leaving me on parole.
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