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Let me love you
Let me love you stronger
Let me love you
Let me hold you in my arms

When you smile
The world opens up for me
When you laugh
The whole world takes notice
I just want you to know
That you have my heart
And I love you for always
As long you

Let me love you
Let me love you stronger
Let me love you
Let me hold you in my arms

When you love me
You love me completely
Your love is absolute
So strong is our love
I want you here always
Always to stand by me
I know our love is complete
As long as you

Let me love you
Let me love you stronger
Let me love you
Let me hold me in your arms

When life seems out of place
And I am lost in the storm
You always find me
And I am forever grateful
For the love you give me
Everyday when I need
It the most you are always
Right there waiting
With love so as long as you

Let me love you
Let me love you stronger
Let me love you
Let me hold you in my arms

When you love me
You love me completely
Your love is absolute
So strong is our love
I want you here always
Always to stand by me
I know our love is complete
As long as you

Let me love you
Let me love you stronger
Let me love
Let me hold you in my arms
This is based off of a song
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized

She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful

God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
Went for a brief moment to Facebook and found a "Memory" as they sometimes post on your page...from a year ago. It referenced my "addiction" at that time which was Karaoke...I posted this song that I had found that I had intended to sing. I never did, so I thought I'd post here (my current "addiction"). I had forgotten all about it.
The truth is…
              the real truth…?
                             Do people do that?

How’s my new dress?
                                             It makes you look fat.

Like my new do?
I paid quite a lot
                                             You got ripped off, dear,
                                               You might even sue.


How are you today?
Just a quick answer please
I don’t have the time
To hear of your bad knees.
                                              I’m doing fine, knowing
                                               You don’t want to hear
                                               My problems and stresses
                                               I won’t bend your ear.



A “white lie” is easier
Makes conversation go fast
Then again, you just never know
When you might hear the real truth
It could be quite a blow.
So beware

the truth is…

If you don’t want the real truth?
Perhaps you shouldn’t ask.
I don't usually write silly poems, but at a poetry gathering the challenge was to write a poem beginning with "the truth is" and the truth is I could not come up with anything serious that didn't also sound sappy, so I went for silly!
Do you recall your dreams?

unconscious dreams
nighttime dreams


plays acted out
behind
curtains
of closed eyes

plays for which
you are neither
playwright
nor
director,
only starving actor
trying to decipher
the script
mercurial,
mysterious

I've heard people say
they can
control
what they dream

how,
I wonder
Do they split
the mind
into
playwright
director
still one to "act"

teach me
I need to know

how,
I wonder
when I awake
in terrified
sweat,
the curtains wide open
wishing I could
forget

playwright’s
evil pen,
director’s
harsh words,
my botched lines
and
nakedness
Stop! Stop! I say
You've work to do
Stop! Now! I say,
It's nearly 2:00

Just one more poem
just one more rhyme
It's Saturday
I have time


You're not even dressed
your hair is unbrushed
stop digging, stop finding
you'll find yourself rushed

But her words are so airy
His thoughts are so keen
I must keep on reading
their souls are between


Just come back later
at the end of your day
you'll have earned it, my friend
what do you say?

I'm loath to be leaving
it's so hard you know
to put down my laptop
and let the poems go


They'll still be here later
I'm sure you'll make time
to read some free verse
to check out some rhyme

You win, but I warn you
if I do leave
when I come back to it later
no tricks up your sleeve,

no interruptions
no phone calls, no texts
no "sorry, 'net's down"
wait now, you're next

I want to come back and savor
all the gems that I find
just do me this favor
be ever so kind.


Okay, it's agreed
we'll meet here again
to take up where we left off
say quarter past ten?

*You drive a hard bargain
you're such a drag
but I'll stop now
so you won't have to nag!
Matchless beauty
O-shaped, our home
Traversing an endless “sea”                                                            ­          
Holding us tight yet leaving us free
Ever forgiving though we don’t deserve
Rotating gently, never a swerve

Ethereal blue when seen from afar
Arched splendor in space
Regaled by the stars
Taciturn, yet giving so much
How can we repay her sweet, loving touch?
Naked at the back
My sister didn't know how to
dance ballet
***** passing through the small yellows
reminding me of the greenness of the park
glittering in my eyes
Will I loose my dreams ?
It's not delightful
Not delightful as the sliding from a slide
With no grass
Your hair used to be blonde
I don't laugh
My sister didn't know how to dance ballet
Forgive me mum
I've lost my drawing book...
Colored pencils cannot be painted
My hair was not blonde
My doll never has eyes

...از پشت لباسی ندارد
خواهرم بلد نبود باله برقصد
سبزی پارک را به خاطرم می اندازند
وقتی توپ ها
از زردی های کوچک می گذرند
در چشمانم می درخشند
خواب هایم را گم خواهم کرد!؟
لذت پایین آمدن
از سرسره ها را نمی دهد
چمن ندارد
موهایت روشن بود
من نمی خندم
خواهرم بلد نبود باله برقصد
مامان
منو ببخش
دفتر نقاشی ام را
...گم کردم
مداد رنگی ها رنگ نمی شوند
موهایم روشن نبود
...عروسک من که هیچوقت چشم نداشت
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