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Rube Frost Apr 2016
Late at night I wander through the rain
Longing for a place I be at home
Where at last my heart remain
Freed from this endless roam

Mark the questions of wonder
Since I don't know what's real
And for eternity goes on the ponder
On what could be my deal

Though the rain is all I've known
A hope resists to believe
In a pathway paved with stone
Which lead to a thing I don't deserve to receive.
  Mar 2016 Rube Frost
Violet
Maybe the next time I see you
I will put some lipstick on
And your fingers will find me
The way nobody ever will

Maybe the next time I see you
We can sit next to each other
And your hand could rest
Somewhere no one should know

Maybe the next time I see you
I can rest my head on your chest
As you rest your heart into me
With the world fading into oblivion
Rube Frost Mar 2016
Death loses its meaning, and with it, life void of you
As your presence first entered my story.
Now how can I not be feeling in the blue
To know you exist, in all that heavenly glory,

Yet never have I felt your thunder.
Do you even feel the same about me? I begin to wonder..
Rube Frost Mar 2016
I watch those twinkling eyes of yours,
Yet never see them look at me.
Evading me, like a half-rotten corps.
Does it exist at at all for you, this person that's me?
Rube Frost Mar 2016
Our minds act as virtual realities,
Portraying to the soul the world we feel and taste;
Adding up to that whatever we please.
So what we think and see come interlaced.

Yet all I find is but subjective
'Cause in this world all is mine.
Left no way to be affective
Towards those outside this shell of mine.

Forever lone in a stinky hole
Where none reach, nor can I be gone,
And see beyond the limits of my soul
To a spirit that is not my own.
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