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weary, dreary
desperate clearly
calling out to one so dearly

running low,
no place to go,
happiness a woe

deep emotion,
big commotion,
hidden deeply in her ocean

calling out,
her spirits shout,
with feelings all about

rain is coming,
stop your running,
wait for someone who is loving.
The Light Of The Sunset Shone Upon My Cheeks,
As It Lurched Across Rolling Hills Of Alfalfa,
A Small Cottage Spit Smoke Into The Cedars,
Creating The Illusion Of A Fog Filled Twilight,
My Eyes Filled With The Color Of The Heavens,
My Heart Swelling With The Billows Of Bliss As,
The Wisps Of Clouds Coated The Sky Like Blush,
I Took Care Everytime My Third Eye Blinked For It,
Filled The Quiet Dusk With A Hushed Sound,
And While The Sun Dipped Below The Horizon,
I Knew I Would Remember This Forever
I Have A Third Eye... My Camera:)
Once you're gone,
I have trouble,
Finding comfort,
In drowsiness.
I see only red and orange.
Yet when you're here,
I see only red and orange.
Yet, completely different hues.
So how can the same colors,
Meet at polar opposites?
An impossible feat,
Yet accomplished so effortlessly.
You can see a change in my ways, in my pattern as of late.
I've turned upside down, it was always my detrimental fate.
You caught me off guard, almost lost in your embrace.
You held with your hands such a guilt ridden face.
I didn't see it coming, when I did I just hid.
I try to fight them off, but my tears seem to win.

You said it wasn't me, it was a past of long lost love.
I couldn't believe the things I heard, I knew it was never my luck.
To find someone such as you, bold, kind and strong.
I never took precautions, this time I just hoped, prayed and longed.
A mistake I should never make, I know this now for sure.
I'm just sitting here idle, waiting for the cure.

My heart is sewn on my sleeve, your name is in the stitches.
And if you ever change your mind, you'll find me here just wishing.
Home                   is                     not                   here.
Home        is        wherever        I        am        going.
Right            now              I             am            simply
on            vacation            in            the            house
I                    was                         born                    in.
How sickly, the world of man
Who devote only
but a day to all
expression.
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