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Once a young boy
Now a busy man
Always a child at heart.
Never stray
From your younger day
Let your childish side come out and play.
Let him run
Let him hide
You can never beat
The child inside.
Ever wonder where names evolved?
What we were, what problems solved
Ever wonder what came to be
What made man look up to see
All the stars so bright
Everything glowing in the night

Why the sea
Why the sky
Oh do you wonder
Why call it a tree?

An animal so wild and free
But then a child
Born to be king of everything
The Queen and the Knight
come to see the never ending fight
What's the name
Why the name
Never know the ending game
It was small at first
Kind of dim
The hope was beginning to grow
But as the time flew by
you finally realize
If you don't act now
You will have lost the chance
To be her final dance.
In the end a final dance is given
For the time spent in this life
Then all goes barren
A bouquet of flowers
A picture to see
The face of one who used to be
A teardrop hits the ground along with the misery.

Do not fear as life goes on
All this hell will be gone
For the light will show
That in the end a final dance must be thrown

The life one lives
The death one gives
Is the most beautiful dance of all
Beginning to end
All the lives to live
All the joys to bring
Smiles to share
Laughs to hear
The ending is the hardest my dear
Once they are gone
Do not fear
For they are dancing in the happiest tone.
Never forget.
Always forgive.
For you never know
When the final dance will be yours to give.
I want to run
From the foggy fun
But she is too much for me
I have her now
I don’t know how
Five years friends
And a feeling kept at bay for so long
One day passes as I accept a false fate
And she finally comes around.
Happy yet worried
Confused and scared
The scars are deep and i had to be wary
As the days moved on
I hear our song
And my caution slowly fades.
Our love comes strong as a blissful light
You can see a water fountain in the night
I fell off a cliff
and I got hurt
You wouldn't help
till I cleaned off the dirt

I needed whole blood to survive
and to remain active & alive

You slapped me and told me to stop my childish crying
& then you pulled a gun to accelerate the process of dying

Sooner or later I'll meet the Prince of Peace, our Lord
It looks like "sooner" if you whack me with that board
 Sep 2017 Cynthia
Nichole
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 Sep 2017 Cynthia
Nichole
A lovely piece
with a thorn in every kiss
A crimson red
And a beautiful design in the bed

a burgundy color
with a pleasant odor
Snow rose a poisonous rose
is your friend that is close

A smile that is dulcet
but in  behind was so upset
Killing you desultory
And a shock on epiphany

Her love to him
was torn in between
A dalliance with a friend
She didn't know how will it ends

A naΓ―ve young woman
Wishes a talisman
in her world whose full of lies
unil the day she dies
it's been awhile ?
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