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Empty your pockets before
you tell me your lies.

Because pockets hold guns,
money, and keys,
and 1000 other things you don't want me to see.

In the beginning we were naked
with nothing to hide.

We walked through this garden side by side.

But now silk robes and deep pockets
complete your disguise.

So empty your pockets 
before you speak to me,
I demand proof
that there's nothing to see!

In fact don't even bother to speak.

I refuse to believe, 
until you've shown yourself to be
every bit as naked
as you've forced me to be!
She's so **** cute!
It's hard to believe,
this perfect girl could ever see,
even the least little something in a guy like me.

Introverted and shy, just an average guy,
who's somewhat daft with a pen.

Plying rhythmic schemes
on this girl of my dreams,
hoping somehow to win.  

To win her favor
to hold her hand,
to kiss her lips so fair.

Really, could my words touch her heart?
Will she even care?

Every Poets torment,
every Poets despair
That the desires of his heart
should fall on deaf ears.

But occasionally he is heard
sometimes she even clings on every word
and falls just as deeply as he.

And that my friends is why
this Joe Average guy,
learned to pour his heart out in poetry.
If you're not handsome, rich, or athletic
learn to write poetry. LOL
Worked ok for me!
Romantic adventures
are not moments to treasure,
The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.

Catch and release,
fish stories of fantasy.
Always Pining the one that got away.

Trophies on a wall,
I swear I had them all,
but tell me where are they today?

The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.
Give me a hand to hold,
a love that will soothe me.

Moments made and treasured,
through passing years.

Not just memories of glories, 
that quickly fade away.
(acoustic guitar intro)
(verse)
I remember the look in your eyes
I remember the sound of your sighs
I remember all of those good good times

(chorus)
but that was before you lied
before you made me cry
before you broke my heart.
Please tell me why!
Please tell me why!

(verse2)
I remember the good times we had
and I remember before our love turned bad
but I can't remember why.
because.

(chorus)
that was before you lied,
before you made me cry
before you broke my heart.
Please tell me why!
Please tell me why!

(instrumental bridge) (guitar solo)

Please tell me why
Please tell me why,
Tell me why you lied
why our love died.

I remember the look in your eyes,
I remember the sound of your sighs
the good times we had,
before our love turned bad,
but I can't remember why.

Why you Lied,
Why did you lie?

(outro)
Why did you lie?
Please tell me,
Please tell me
Why?
Why?

Why.
Please tell me why you lied
New song available on my you tube channel
I actually made 2 versions of this 1 with a male vocal that's definitely a country song.
And another with a Female vocal that's a little more Pop. I hope you'll give them both a listen and comment as too which one was better.

Www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Please make me stay,
why should we say, Goodbye?
Open up your heart, give love another try.
Don't close the door,
don't let it die.
Please make me stay,
we're running out of time.

Didn't I make you smile,
more than I made you cry?
Didn't I bring you pleasure?
I can still hear your sighs!
I'm running out of reasons,
I'm running out of rhymes.

Please make me stay,
why should we say, Goodbye?
Open up your heart, give love another try.
Don't close the door,
don't let it die.
Please make me stay,
we're running out of time.

Don't you know my heart breaks,
just the same as you.
Don't you know I feel pain,
in the same way too?
I'm running out of words,
we're running out of time

Please make me stay,
Please make me stay.
Don't close the door,
don't let it die.
Please make me stay,
we're running out of time.
we're running out of time.

Don't let our love run out of time.
Out of time
out of time
out of time
A new song this is much more of a pop song than the others I've done
the video is available on my you tube channel.

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
or
https://youtu.be/PYu4bOzr2FY?feature=shared
Thanks.
Maybe the ropes were a bit too tight,
the act a little too real tonight.

He kissed the bruises on her wrist.

Kissed the red marks where the candles dripped.

Submission for her was a game of fun,
She chose him to be the dominant one.

He played his part, he drove her hard.

But he played this game for love.

Roles reversed,
Miss Submissive dealt the cards!
Inspired by a fellow poets work, that I read the other day.
Tell me what it is you want me to see
Sometimes my mind wanders, or wonders,
I'm not sure which.

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither
Maybe I'm just overcome with desire.

You often have that effect on me!

Anyway!

Tell me once again, what it is
you want me to see.

I'll try to pay attention this time.

My God You're BEAUTIFUL!

Do you know that?
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!
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