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Future?
What future?
******* to the future,
For it doesn't exist.
The past does,
And so does the present,
People who say they can see it,
Well, they must be ******.

We make the future,
We do,
Not fate or destiny,
We make it our own,
We make it everyday,
With bare hands,
Working them to the bone.

Who are you to say,
That there is no future for us?
We have all the foundations,
We gotta take it day by day to build,
We have no plans,
We dont need them,
'Cos we can change, altar and rebuild.

I don't see myself,
Being a millionaire or a star,
But who's gonna stop me?
Just me.
Only I can stop myself,
Like you can only stop your future,
But we will have a future,
If you'll let it be.
I wrote this when my now ex, told me she doesn't see a future
How did you get so pretty?
And to control my heart?
Ardent feelings explode, really,
I can feel them start.

Pretty girl,
Beautiful lady,
Open to me,
Don’t be shady.

Pretty baby,
Beautiful lover,
Hold my hand,
A second longer.

Darling girl from space,
You fell from above,
Into my life to be,
Filled with love.

Sweet loving girl,
I die for you all day,
To bring you to my world,
And find a truer way.

I think of you with every scent,
In the steam of the morning heat,
Among the flowers that don’t bend,
And within my every beat.

Darling say yes to me,
When I come to you with nothing but love,
Take me and hold me,
Don’t push and shove
I wrote this about 2 months after I first met my now ex.
"Are you okay?"
Thats what I ask,
"Yup u?" is your reply,
Texts, they hide you like a mask.

I can't tell with texts,
If you're lying or not,
If you wern't okay,
Would you tell me or not?

I want be there,
To ask you the same,
"Are you okay?"
"I'm glad you came"

I could hold you close,
And hold you tight,
Together we'll conquer the world,
We'll win this fight.

No matter what the future holds,
I will be there for you,
If you'll let me,
I promise this is true.
When I text a certain someone who is very close to my heart, all I ever get is 'Yup, you? x' and this frustrates me
We've been there through life's sorrow and pain

But together we have always endured the strain

We've argued and bickered and made each other mad

But if you weren't my sister, life would be so sad

We've cried till we laughed and laughed till we cried

Sometimes for no reason we didn't even know why

When we're not together our bond is just as strong

We are brother and sister we know when something is wrong

We've whispered our deepest secrets only we could share

I love my sister dearly because she really cares

So whether we are together or we are far apart

Alana, you're my sister, my friend and forever in my heart.
I wrote this for my younger sister, Alana, for her 18th
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
This was written with few close friends in mind when I was asked for opinions/advice
Once again my friend,
I am put second to everything,
I can't help but feel unwanted,
As if I dont mean a thing,
An unwanted rain cloud,
In a photographers summer scene,
Beans on toast, topped with cheese,
When she wants fine french cuisine,
I am put second, as usual,
Noone initially thinks of me,
Unless they've thought of everything else,
Because anything else is better, you see?
I wrote this when I felt as if those who were closest to me weren't even considering me

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