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He is beauty
In every way
His walk
His talk
His metal smile
The veins that make their way up his arms
He is imperfect
He is real
Yet he is beautiful
He is shy
The dark look in his eyes
I know he has a secret
& I want to know what it is
His arms
The way he hides his teeth when he smiles
The way he pretends to listen to music
While he's actually blissfully aware
Aware of me
I'm longing for him
& his imperfection
His **Beauty
The road is winding, turning every which way
My journey seems as if it'll be a long one, will I stray?
Contemplation as the fog disappears, night turns to day
I'm away of the difficulties, but will, oh will I be okay?

The questions will run through my mind, maybe haunt me
The answers will show up, frustrate me, maybe set me free
There's people along the way telling me "be all you can be"
Encouraging, yet when I look in the mirror I'm not sure what I see

All I know is that when I look back I'll see the distance I've traveled
The people I've left behind, the broken promises shattered
My old ways, the outside layer worn and tattered
Now I know these material, these people don't matter

Further down the path, the raod starts to straighten out
I'm coming to terms with what this journey's all about
Motivation and certainty replace my old feelings of doubt
The temptations will still linger, only in small amounts

My mind, my thoughts, the answers are clear
My time is coming soon, the day my life will start is near
Life without my drugs will no longer leave me consumed with fear
No longer wanting to waste time, it's precious so I'll hold it dear

The road is no longer winding, I know the way
My journey is how I percieve it to be, I will not stray
Contemplation disappears with the fog, night turns to day
Still aware of the difficulties, I will, oh I will be okay
I wonder if these words will reach you
Penning them down furiously
Wondering, thinking
What's your reaction?
Are you happy, exalted that I deem you
This important
Or does it even matter anymore
Brush me off, treat it with disdain
Shrug it off your shoulders
Like the burden of these words
Don't lie with you anymore

Hey,
What're you thinking?
Will these words even get to you
I don't know whether I should
Show it to you
I feel embarassed at the thought
Of this ever reaching you
And you knowing that it was about you
Would **** you
I know where you're at
Just not with me
I feel pathetic

Yes, this isn't going to reach you
I am not going to put it in a place
Where you'll know this is me
And the 'you' here is YOU

My heart fragments a bit
I feel more downcast now
I've stopped writing so furiously
Lean back a bit
Examine these words
The black, the blue

What's the point
If I don't show this to you
How will I know
Your reaction?
Comments?
The man was smart.  The animals,
watching, knew it.  The shattering
glass of the universe felt the opposition,
and the understanding was the result
of a fiendish ambition.  There was a
recording.  It time, there was a healing
record; it reached for the few left unwell.
They were floundering until it was
discovered to be the shape of things
drawn with ink.  The deception of empty
hands, which refused to let them drink
the clean water also offered to slay
the daughter.  This forced them all to
worry about forensic relics and lumps of
shattered trust.  Love was hidden away
for the sake of uninterrupted safety.
Decide the course of the love therapy, you'd subject my body, soul and spirit,
my body is eaten by the poison weeds of passing moments, I am a dissolving island,
elate my spirit, still my mind, calm my body aches with love, the aura that ever surrounds you,
begin with your conquering lips, kiss me head to toe, let me drain in to you and sink in oblivion.
This succinctly is life is if one is blessed with love in abundance.
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