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Today I will wake up
Make coffee
Get dressed
As always

I'll walk to the bus stop
Sit on a seat where plastic meets rubber and cold calls it home
Take a sip of coffee to warm my throat
As always

Walk into school
See the same friends
Eat the same breakfast
As always

Go to classes and get the same reminders of owed work
Eat the same low standard meal shoved into my mouth like cows being fed
I'll go home
As always

Argue with my sister
Sit on my bed
And sleep
As always

But this time I'll wake up
Slightly earlier than my nap usually lasts for
An unfamiliar buzz in the air
Coming from my phone
Your name across the screen
Telling me that you'd like to be
My always
Floating in a world of change its hard to see what's real or vague.
Hard to know what truth looks like in all the faces seen at night.
In dresses short and heels so high you see an image not the light.
It's a competition to compete like birds that Coo and **** all compare.
Soils the image that you see a true portrait of the real.
A work in progress unfinished raw that needs to be formed a little more.
I'm more Picasso
than micheal Angelo,

More the scream
than Shakespeares dream.

I'm more soda pop and candy bar,
than French champagne and caviar.

More British  mini,
than Lamborghini.

More dandelion than red red rose,
more off the peg than designer clothes.

I'm more quiet nights in,
than goin clubbin.

More keeping it real,
than faking the deal.

So if you want more, but less is just fine,
then baby I'm yours as long as you're mine.
 Dec 2012 Madison Elizabeth
Brynn
The night still clings to my eyes
I'm awake
My house is awake
But my covers pull me closer
Wrapping me in warm comforting arms
My eyelids feel the weight of my eyelashes pull them down
Heavy
Only one more hour I think
And my bed agrees
Little hummingbird
I see you fly
Magical and free
Your flight
Is a true mystery
You fly and zip
Truly magical
Is your flight
A miracle wrapped up
In a little package
You hum along
Buzzing through life
Reminding us
Of what it means
To fly and to soar
And to zip along life
You are beautiful
Little hummingbird
Show us your grace
And your spirit
And your joy
At a glance you
Are there
Then just
As soon
As you come
You disappear
Again
As miraculous
And mysterious
As you entered
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