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 Dec 2014 Appointed
Taylor W
Endless conversations with people we don’t know
Trying to hold onto something when we never had control
The perfect words at perfect times your lips do seem to speak
A fear of showing emotion is what really makes me weak
For I can say all the words that may just make you stay
I can create a masterpiece of words that may push you away
Seeing is believing, yes a stranger told me this
Now I sit and ponder words that my heart just can’t dismiss
Words are just openings that lead to so much more
Emotions bring those words to life like never known before
Endless conversations with strangers leave thoughts lingering in me
And all the words I say to them I wish to you they’d be.

T.W.
 Dec 2014 Appointed
Taylor W
12.19.2014
Her lips they part like oceans do
Her hair sways with the wind
You sit and deliberate in your thoughts
Will I see her again?

Her laugh echoes like thunder storms
Her smile strikes like lightning
You sit and ponder in your brain
Do I love her or is she frightening?

Her heart it beats like music thumps
Her words they flow like poems
You sit and contemplate all alone
Can your rhythm mimic her tones?

Her talk reminds you of telephones
Always ringing in your ear
You sit and scrutinize to yourself
Why isn’t this all clear?
                    T.W.
This is just another sad story
About a lonely boy
He sits alone at night
Still thinking of you

The way your eyes shine
Like they did for him
The smiles you used to share
Under the old oak tree

Now he sits there alone
With your names carved there
Like a scar in your skin
Or a distant memory

This is just another sad story
About a lonely boy
He sits alone tonight
Singing a melody

A song just for you
If you'll take this time
A song about love
If you'll say I do

A ring that sparkles
A ring that shines
A dress in white
A starry night

This is just another story
About a boy and girl
How fell in love
And had their

Happily Ever After
I picked the skin off my lips when they weren't looking,
so maybe I could forget your touch.
When Death comes for me,
I will take his hand,
Like an old friend
And say to him,
"I've been waiting a long time for you."
You can't love somebody
who you don't understand
And you know what happens
When they don't understand?
They learn to fear you
And then they look at you
Like a monster.
No, you can't love what you
Don't understand.
How did you get my number?
Why are you doing this to me?
What did I ever do to you?
Why must you make my life such hell?

I guess you wanted to remind
me just how worthless I am,
when you weren't there to reinforce
the lesson with your presence.
As much as I want to be happy,
I'm afraid I'd forget how to make words beautiful.
The most beautiful words
come from the most broken people.
And poets are the shattered ones.
If I was happy,
What if I forgot how to be a poet?
 Dec 2014 Appointed
Xyns
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 Dec 2014 Appointed
Xyns
I made a mistake.
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