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 Jul 2014 Juliana Braga
Jon G M
Walked the city street
to much whiskey
never said a word
all this time

I had to be the one to speak
wanted to know if you were okay
wouldn't try to hurt you
so many words said
never meant any harm

Where are you
I should know
do you ever think of me
in the quiet
In the crowds

You knew I wouldn't stay
where I'm not wanted

To much whiskey
to pretend
I forgot you

Strange I still miss you
I was always a little strange
don't understand why
you couldn't say goodbye
 Jun 2014 Juliana Braga
r
Caroline
 Jun 2014 Juliana Braga
r
Caroline loves the ocean.  
Her soul sails on a Carolina breeze.
But her music's in the mountains,
and her heart's back home
where it needs to be.

I'm stuck here
in a Carolina wind,
wading in the ocean
with my heart in Tennessee,
and my mind on Caroline.

Carolina's got everything
a man could want.
Everything he needs.
It's got the mountains and the ocean.
It has a Carolina breeze.

He has everything but Caroline;
everything but Tennessee.

r ~ 6/22/14
\•/\
  |     Carolina ocean breeze
/ \
I wanted to build a glass building
so i could always keep my eyes on them
they shake hands in exchange of coins
i'm sitting on the dark singing the national anthem
When you never belonged to anything
you can sleep on the cold floor and pretend it's a bed
When you never belonged to anyone
you can take your loneliness and wear it as a hat
I guess they won't notice
if our tears open holes on the street
The pink big elephant
in the living room
he wants to take your seat
I don't usually write these short poems, but the inspiration to continue ran away.

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