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Michel Buster May 2013
Second chances, stolen glances from the people passing by
                     me on the street. Strangers with blurred faces never stopping.
Never asking why. I’m
Taking chances, learning dances for songs that make lovers sigh.
                                 But they don’t need to know
the reasons as the changes in the seasons mean that I need to hurry.
But don’t you worry ‘cause I want to live to see the day I die.
My heart is pumping,
seriously jumping at the thought that I’m,
       that I am on my way and that beating in my chest
That‘s thumping, dangerously bumping let’s me know that I’m alive.
So I’ll take that chance, steal that glance because life is short and
While I’m here, I’ll play in the sun, and be with that one
Whose      smile      shames the brightest stars in the night’s sky
And eyes, those eyes inspire me to see all that there can be
As we.
Michel Buster Jun 2013
Often do I think on my youth
When I didn’t know the things I do now.
Innocence lost is knowledge gained.
And I muse that I could meet you again

That I didn’t know the rush of the thrill of the moment
when I was about to kiss you, for the first time.
The only time that truly mattered really.
It was the birth for the hundreds of thousands that followed.
And for those that I eagerly await.
That twinkle of that unknown instant.
Exploding into the

Known.

But if I did not know, those things. My experiences and
memories. My laughter and tears.
I wouldn't be the man I am. Today.

I realize that I miss my innocence.
But I know that if it was somehow regained,
that, I would miss you

More.
Michel Buster Jun 2013
I saw you,
You know, the other day.
And in the looking at you, I couldn’t help
seeing
                                us.
Oh, the life we’ve lived,
The lives we’ve lived. Together.
The things that we’ve done, and the things
That we’ve yet to do.  Our journey is far from
Over.
Our life together has been a Masterpiece.
We have endured pain, and lived through sorrow.
And have, thankfully seen the ‘morrow.
We’ve made art.
But is it good? Who cares? Because I would live it
Do it
Breathe it
See it
all over,
Just so I could, you know,  
see you again.

— The End —