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 Aug 2018 Jay Lewis
Alex
Broken
 Aug 2018 Jay Lewis
Alex
I am broken
I've finally snapped
What was holding me together
Is almost gone
Though I thought it may stick forever
I am broken
I feel the pain
My past thoughts have become vain
The way I feel, is considered
Inconsiderate
The way I act, is that of a broken man
This was not my plan
To be in agony
I don't want to deal with it angrily
I feel trapped by the gravity
In this hell ridden galaxy
I start to see the vanity
Of this reality
My anger and insanity
My depression and my humanity
It's all been revealed
I may never be healed
I am broken
My words are now outspoken.
 Aug 2018 Jay Lewis
JB Claywell
We are all moths
seeking the moon
but finding streetlights
instead.

*

-JBClaywell

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 Jul 2018 Jay Lewis
D Conors
she
 Jul 2018 Jay Lewis
D Conors
she
she
is what she is meant to be,
she is the sensuality
of her femininity,
she
seeks beauty in all
she sees,
her essence is complex simplicity,
she
is contradictory,
she is all
that's satisfactory,
in her days
and in her dreams,
she
is lovely,
loving me,
she
is everything,
woman,
perfectly
a precious, priceless,
part of
me
that is
she.
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Femininity
http://beautyineverything.com/4618419981
d.
27 oct. 10
 Apr 2018 Jay Lewis
xy
Storms.
 Apr 2018 Jay Lewis
xy
Ive been a mess since we last spoke,
Your words would bring me solace,
My heart would race against your chest,
And your kiss would leave me breathless,
Yet my mind was a calm river,
Your presence was soothing,
Like the pitter patter of rain in the water,
Until one day you’ve had it with me,
Suddenly the rain is not so calming,
But rather a violent passionate outburst,
My mind like my heart and lungs is unrested,
And I understand now,
Why storms are named after people.
 Nov 2017 Jay Lewis
Free Bird
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Money in the pocket of the biggest shareholder

Day by day, we grow older
Love is lost, hearts grow colder

So while you still can, you should hold her
Say what you feel, before you wish you'd told her

Don't stash your dreams away, in that folder
As you care less what they think, you'll get bolder

Listen to those, who need a shoulder
Let her live, don't try to mold her

Don't sell your soul, for something golder

— The End —