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Old Stoney Aug 2017
if you weren't here
id think of you
every morning
every evening
and every  night
I wouldn't get anything right

if you weren't here I'd leave
i'd go
I don't know where
but it would hurt
every morning
every evening
and every night
I wouldn't get anything right

if you weren't here
I still might be
and you'd live
every morning
evening
and night
without me
I couldn't sleep
so please
just get here
so I can stay, sleep
and be
Old Stoney Aug 2017
Try being a writer in my time
Everything is a contradiction offensive
And nothing can rhyme
Try being a writer in my time
The sky can't be blue because
Why not green
Or even red
poetry is dead

Creativity is close behind
Take your personal thoughts
Take them and hide
Don't be different
Don't you dare
Nobody listens
Nobody cares

Try to be a writer in my time
Just know
It doesn't matter if it's about what you like
Or if it took sacrifice
Not it
Not she
Not that
Not he
Her
Or even him
Try to be a writer in my time
It's all about them
Old Stoney Aug 2017
Write down why you love me and tie it to a balloon
Because when I reach you it will be there on time
And never a moment to soon

Can you imagine where it will go?
I see a planet full of space and time unknown
Maybe a place so hot
But just enough snow

Too many places to see
And never enough ways to show

Our love
Reaches greater lengths
than just your back bedroom.
Seen above
And over the moon
Our space love
Is bigger than me and you
But all I could ever ask for
In our wonderful spacious views

If all is meant to be
This wonderful atmospheric breeze
Will guide your love
And bring it to me

Every cold wind that blows
Will not be a disappointment
Only chances to find fulfillment
Old Stoney Jul 2017
most days
I walk with the other side of my brain
the not so sober side
the crazy and somewhat insane side
the side that isn't afraid to fall
and the side that wasn't afraid to call
but I can't always be this way
so don't worry
ill only do it
most days
Old Stoney Jul 2017
When I was younger
I used to dream
Of being older
And being so free
Now that I'm older
I started to dream
Of when I was younger
And when I was free
Old Stoney Jul 2017
Her heart cried
one thousand times amplified through mine
Old Stoney Jul 2017
Hey,

     I never know how to start conversations
     So I figured I would write it out
     Ill call it a poem
     and you'll fall no doubt  
     It's kinda cheesy
     But I figured it might be easy
     Roses are red and
     Violets are blue
     But none of that matters if I don't know about you
     How is your day
     and how is the weather
     I hope it's not too cold
     but if it is grab a sweater
     I'm getting off topic
     I should have started with hi
     Its probably too late now
     I might try later
     bye

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