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 Jul 2017 Harry Roberts
Xyns
The me that was lucky enough to wake up next to you
Was the happiest me that I ever knew

The me that got to listen to your melodic voice
I'd go back to being if I had the choice

The me that was blessed enough to hold your hand in mine
Should have known it would only last a short time
 Jul 2017 Harry Roberts
butterfly
quiet evening beach, "Nguyen Tat Thanh"
long stretch sugary brownie field
two strangers  by the shore
the waves crawl with lure

succulent are the thoughts
two caught in bait of mind games
exchanged soft kisses and caress
as her eyes met the sea

yet they're in control in their heads
no dramas but
a feeling of detach
no promises to profess

the voyage of time runs a race
tailored moments kept hidden
morning comes another day
yesterday a tale story to say
Echoes from the Heart
Slick red nails
and a black shirt
A hole in the heart
Is where it hurts
If you show me yours
Then I'll show you mine
Come on now baby
It's time to shine

Fiery lips
Teeth and sin
Hot words fly
And break the skin
Lose control
You came to win
But that's not what happens
In the end

Long dark nights
And an empty soul
Madness has a price
Now pay the toll
Laugh like a queen
Feeling like a clown
Nowhere to go
But you're going down

Slick red nails
Dragging in the dirt
A hole in the heart
Is where it hurts
Time will tell
Yet it's naught but lies
I can't say much
But at least I tried

A wooden box
And a shiny gun
Walk ten paces
Then take the turn
Aim at me baby
Now's your chance
It's only you and me
Come on let's dance

Blue eyes smiled
On a black heart
It was going bad
Long before the start
You took my hand
Said we'd be together
You were such a fool
You should know better

Slick red nails
And a black shirt
A hole in the heart
Is where it hurts
An empty soul
And an empty gun
With a smile like mine
You should have run.
I lay you on my lips
you burn me
out of breath

I kiss you
intermittently
inhaling
all the satisfaction
I can take

I catch my breath
in between  
till you finish
by signing my lips
with that little
burn
that keeps me
wanting
more
dear cigarettes
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