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t m h Apr 2012
trust is something earned,
something lost,
but aching to be found and had again.

longing for this,
with you
has begun sifting to dreams
to my day to day brain.

telephones living in pockets
hold those i wish to
i miss you
all 10 characters,
yet more than one have broken through my walls,
and into this heart
just to break that and leave a soul dangling
as the tear on my cheek,
to be less bleak, ill forgive
everything
if you ask and forgive me for
for loving too much,
as this heart often does.
t m h Apr 2012
i just lay awake,
trying to get some sleep.
but still i concentrate to force a lucid dream,
of you and your eyes

it seems to last for days,
i still swim in the wake
as i rise along  with the sun there's rain.
rainbows cascade inside, outside, through my mind
nothing like a nightmare

another perfect day,
filled by some simple things,
every time i blink i see
perfect little symmetrical brown tidal waves
on the inside of lids that cover mine,
i see your eyes
everywhere i look,every time i blind,
i see brown
t m h Apr 2012
which harmless little strips of paper have we eaten to change our minds?
drop, then whiskey drinks to waste away time,
with ignorance and wine we drowned the night,
punish our livers and brain chemicals.
unneeded and meaningless are words i have to you,
but with these months no longer in,
yet still this beats for only you.
t m h Apr 2012
i felt your trigger,
on the hood to my mind.

i missed what was said.
you see I was like a pebble
but just a little higher.

so i simply grabbed for the stars
and asked why? just a little more ******,
as i turned our eyes met, in a moment,
for an hour.

you made no move
in awhile i wont forget that face
the way you walk, with lackadaisical grace,
on a Thursday.
t m h Apr 2012
when i need a toilet,
i just sit down,
i might squeeze a ******,
but i also see brown.

then rip a leaf of paper
and flush it all down,
and i'm thinking of you as it spins around,
cause its ****, its **** its ****,
and you should eat it

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