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There's so many things I want to do right now, but all I seem capable of is pressing back space and erase.
Eraseing the words and time tried phrases, deleting the ideas 'til all there is left is a blank white page.
A page with so much potential, bearing none of the marks of its' purgements, of its' rebirths.
Why is it so difficult to create something I don't want to destroy? Why do I keep starting over...?
The smell of your shampoo lingers upon them,
To all the high school wanna-be's who think their rapping is a  God given gift to the world... Please stop.
I wonder if he can understand me...
I've been told all the down sides,
All the things that are supposed to ****,
But really all that does is the struggling to tie my shoes...
I don't really want this to end... I like being able to feel him move,
The only reason I have for wanting it over is
So I can finally hold him in my arms...
They mentioned back pain, and sore feet...
I don't really have that,
Sleepless nights and lots of peeing?
Well, maybe an extra time per day,
Sore ***** and swelling phalangies?
Uh... No, I just need to find a bra that fits...
Is something wrong with me?
I don't have strange food cravings,
I sleep just fine, did I just get off lucky?
Shh
One person in a room of desks,
Eerie silence broken by the sounds
Of computers buzzing and keys clicking,
Distant phones ringing in back rooms...
The musky smell of old books mingling
With the smell of matted carpet several decades old...
All the empty space of an unoccupied library,
It just screams to be filled with hushed voices,
My typing resounds like Goliath's footsteps,
I feel the librarian's searing gaze on my back,
Forcing me to type quietly, in this quiet room,
With its absence of people and lack of noises.
I don't understand how dark is evil and light is good,
The light gives skin cancer, blinds, and burns,
The light cooks us, kills us, boils our blood,
So why is it a sign for good?
Sometimes I worry the cuts on his body
aren't accidents...
Even when I'm upset and crying,
Hold me close in your strong arms,
Keep me warm and whisper softly,
Tell me everything that you love,
From the way I smile to the look in my eyes,
Remind me that you're love is unending,
Make me see the beauty you insist exists in me,
Take my hand and hold it tightly,
Wipe the tears from my eyes,
Lift my chin up and tell me it's okay,
Look me in the eyes and I know I'll be alright,
Because in that instant I'll know,
That you'll love me always.
Song Parody of “Hallelujah”

So, I heard there were some secret words,
That when she sang them, all heard,
But he never cared for her music, did he?
Well, it’s sung as a wish,
With a fourth, and a fifth,
A soft trill, with a quiet lift,
That baffled child composing, “I love you,”

I love you, [x4]

Baby, she’s been there before,
She’s seen that room with the stone cold floor,
She used to live alone, before she knew him,
And she’s seen your banner across the wall,
But true love is not a victory call,
It’s a fragile, and it’s a wordless, “I love you,”

I love you [x4]

He thought, well maybe there’s a God above,
But all he’d ever learned from love,
Was how to beat somebody close to you,
So it’s not her cries that you’ll hear at night,
It’s not their child finally seeing the light,
It’s her broken, but unending, “I love you,”

I love you [x12 and fade out]
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