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if you told my heart to beat
it would
but not because you told it to
and if you told me to love you
i would
but not because you told me to
Forgive me
for never saying
what your heart as longed to hear
it's not that I cannot
but more
that I dare not

for what
words could I

a humble Poet speak...

to make
your heart mine own

as your heart

owns

mine.
Don’t cheat on me ever,

Especially with that monster

Don’t even look

Cause looking leads to flirting

And the second you start flirting with the monster

The sooner he’ll be in your arms

Tearing you to pieces

Tears flowing down your face,

A face that once held the smile of an angel

A smile that I worked so hard to see

Don’t ever cheat on me with the monster

Because that sly silver blade,

Can do more damage than any man ever could

And just like my hard work,

He sends your blood and your dreams

Down the drain
soon i will f a d e
like a photograph
left upon the windowsill,
and you will wipe away
my name from your lips

my laughter will become
a faintly familiar echo
in the hollows of your memory,
and unlike your thriving soul,
i will be fixed in a state of affliction
by the absence of your tenderness

yes, the fire in your heart
that once burned brightly for me
is growing dimmer by the hour,
however, you shall remain with me
e v e r m o r e
you get to a point where it starts to feel okay to
feel again, and the midnight aire doesn't suffocate
you, and the sky doesn't seem to hang so low
anymore, and if i would've told myself this a
month ago, that it'd all be okay, i wouldn't have
believed dit, but here i am, standing in the middle of
a forest with no one around for miles and a miles,
and i do not feel alone.
 Jul 2013 Jill Stinehart
Audrey
You knew I didn't care,
I never could.

Forcing a cold heart
To feel human warmth,
And you never did.

Willing your fingers
Through my ribs,
Hoping to feel a pulse,
Warmth,
Love,
Life.

We knew it just couldn't be.
Today all the linden trees shrouded in black, no flowers only death, so quiet crept
killing summer bees, that can no longer sing - of honey flowers afield
death crying at the door, their silence praying to be heard
and still unthinking man poisons our fragile world
Today I attended a memorial for the 50,000 bees that were killed last week at a Target parking lot in Wilsonville, Oregon.  http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_27792.cfm

Pesticide and Herbicide use needs to stop, we are killing everything, bird, bees, bugs & us!
No round up either, that stuff is bad, bad news, lots of horrible health issues linked to it
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