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Little did I know
that I would spend
the majority of my time
trying to write a poem
as beautiful
as you say I am.
They cut down trees to build major cities,
to pave new roads.
What happens to the people?
They cut down trees in our hearts,
pave roads for themselves.
They build cities with their names in lights.
But what happens when they leave?
The cities become abandoned,
the lights begin to flicker.
They've permanently built a city in your heart,
making your blood pump thicker.
People come and go,
but the ones you truly remember,
are those whose lights still flicker,
even after they've been gone forever.
If it's raining for you
it's raining all the time for you
It's a storm and you're alone.

If it's summer for you
It's too hot
and the mugginess makes your sweat useless

If it's too much for you
you're knees are buckling
and you're climbing
the steepest hill is your route
It's gonna get better.

If the rain's gone
your shirt been dried by the sun
your friends are outdoors
and it's time to make fun

If it's late spring for you,
you're comfortable,
a moist air keeps you the same

If you've just let down your burden
You've no lead in your shoes
and the road is a gentle downward *****
It's gonna get worse.
By the time you swear you're his,
  Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
  Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
  One of you is lying.
 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
JD
Your beauty gives off the light in my day.
Seeing you is the sun itself,
just giving me that warm feeling i seem to have right now inside me
But as you walk away that's when the sun seems to go down,
thus to see the side of a beautiful dark blue sky
with the stars shining down upon us,
it brings back the memories of what we've just had together,
of me thinking of you
and possible you thinking of me.
The thoughts are so warming,
its as if the sun had just came up again for another day,
another way for you and I to see each other again.
 Aug 2014 Harley Ginsberg
JD
let the words of this pencil speak out my mind.
Anger and rage held up inside,
As  sadness withers from thy heart.
pain and agony begins to start.
The beautiful passion for love I have,
but scared to say for it might lag.
Starting with the wind
but ending with it gone,
so enjoy what i say "having fun."
Keeping a friend
They're with you forever,
but then see another gone right out the window.
although remembering the good times,
it makes you think.
life ant half bad,
but sometimes its the worst.
Tho put a smile on my face and see thy true colors,
For nothing will take away your smile
not unless you let it.
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