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In a heartless world
of on-demand,
You and I
had better plans.

We spoke our dreams,
And we fought the man.
None of my friends,
could understand.  

When it came to what it was,
that we'd do,
we never really fully ever,
thought it through.

It always ended up,
With me and you,

Just laughing at each other.


So very many times,
Out in the cold,
Your bright red honda,
with the windows rolled.

You'd nuzzle right in,
so warm and bold,
A deep gentle calm,
to my roaming soul.

Yes I held you tight,
and I let you know,
That all of our memories
would never go.

You'd lean in,
we'd seize our moment,
Both of us,
dying to hold it.

I'd kiss your head,
Wish you a safe ride,
Watched you go,
as I walked inside.

I caught every kiss
that you blew my way,
Each and Every time
As you pulled away.

There is not a word,
that I can say,
used to describe,
How I feel today

Never thought that,
I would see this day,
When it's you and I,
On our separate ways.

Just another burn hole,
In the page,
Just another wrinkle,
Showing age.
Darling yes,
I know it's a little late,
But i'm begging you,
To just try and wait.

I'm not just fine tonight,
and
It won't just be alright.

I need to hear,
your soft voice say,
That every thing,
Will be okay.

I need to feel,
Your tight, warm hug,
As your alluring lips,
Give mine a tug,

Now I miss the sound of you sleeping,
So gently, next to me.
And I miss all of the moments,
Imagining what we'd be.

Yes ten years down,
That long dirt road,
you and I'd,
still be made of gold,

Each promise kept,
Both small and bold,
you'd love my fashion,
Even though it's old.

and I'd always tell the truth.
You'd never have to sleuth.

And we'd never need,
To relive the pain,
yeah we'd simply kiss,
deep in the rain.

And feel it wash,
Off all the shame,
Showing us,
We're not insane.

But I heard it may be true,
That I might've gone a little crazy,
Over a girl who's
name is you.
Yes, this is for you. I'll always love you.
Becoming an adult in America is a profound experience.

I honestly don't believe that you're fully an adult until the day that you're an eighteen year old and you realize the equilibrium that exists between you and your teacher.

It's no longer a relationship between master and pupil, (as if it ever were)
It's a somber understanding that his dreams have died,
And yours are just about to.
Hello, hello,
Now it's time to go,
We hardly have time to talk.

So come, with me,
And soon you'll see,
I'll explain it as we walk.

Life it seems,
Is so mundane,
Until it's filled,
with so much pain.

As if we're searching,
for some purpose,
and we're all afraid,
of being "worthless"

Some of us,
are truly free,
While Most of us,
pretend to be.
with closed eyes,
What can you see?

I can hardly blame them.

It won't be me,
to prop them open,
I'm not a lens,
And they're not tokens.
So hear the words,
that I have spoken.
For They will lead you to the truth.

And if you'd like,
to hear some more,
come back next week,
for what's in store.
I'll meet you here,
right by the shore.

I won't be hard to miss.
She simply isn't the same anymore.
I felt completely
alone
while I was laying next to her.

I tried to give her a kiss, and she let me,
but I looked into her eyes before I did and the look on her face broke my heart.

She looked realIy
uncomfortable,
like I was asking for something absolutely absurd. As if we hadn't a million times before, cigarettes in hand with smiles on our faces.

I didn't say anything about it, but I was really injured on the inside.

I just
dealt with it
for a while,

but eventually I decided I really needed a hug,
something completely innocent so I could just feel the way she values even the most simple things we do together.

And so I hugged her tight and she wrapped an arm around mine and I cherished it.

Oh how I cherished it.

But then I opened my eyes and realized she wasn't hugging me back at all,
she was biting her nails
and texting.

I didn't say anything, but that's when it really sunk in.

I decided I wasn't going to just give up on it though,
I love her, right?

so I decided to grab her hand and squeeze it in mine just like I did the first time we hung out together.

It was the most
simple, loving gesture

I could think of, and I knew it would work because every time I grab her hand she squeezes mine really hard for a few seconds,

the way you grab somebody before they are about to be gone for a long time.

This is what I love most about her.

But no matter how many times I gently squeezed,

She
didn't
even
seem to notice.
In a minute I can tell you many things.

I could tell you I prefer rhyming poems,
I could mention that I'm in love.
I could tell you that I have a wonderful life and everything is going to be just fine.

And the next thing you know it's over.
The idea was to write a story that you could read in a minute, consisting of what I could write in a minute, while maintaining a connection to the topic of telling a story, about what you could do in a minute, and how quickly the emotion in that moment can change.

Think about that for a minute.
At the age of five,
You feel so alive,
You're a buzzing bee,
New to the hive,

You've received,
Such a lucky mentor,
Your Education!
But it's indentured.  

You may spend your days,
in different ways,
But in thirteen years,
You'll have to pay.

So in your seat,
you'll have to stay.
Don't you worry,
There's time to play.

Do this work,
Don't fake you're sick.
Finish that piece,
Of Arithmetic.

Don't pay attention,
to foreign slander,
Keep up working,
On your grammar.

We help the world!
In every way!
Just like we did,
Columbus day!

Just you sit,
and pay attention,
Don't you dare,
Ask me a question.

No you can't,
Make an invention,
You must be crazy!
What's your intention?

Science is simple,
And dull and basic,
It's not too far,
that you can take it.

Get rid of them all,
Each thought you've got,
If you begin to think,
Your brain will rot.

Put down that book,
turn on the tube.
If you get lucky,
You'll see a ****.
Happy First Period.

The ******* is sitting here teaching off of a ******* powerpoint we started three weeks ago.
And here I sit,
writing.
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