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Everyday feels like
That first day
That I realized
You weren't coming back.





*Heartbreaking
You lie there sleeping...

your dreams
exhaled in sweet whispered breaths

for my ears alone
to hear

for my heart alone
to know

I kiss your restless eyes
and taste for just one moment

The welcome arms of sleep.

Dream a dream for me my love
and chase away
this night


and my insomnia

that offers me such sweet respite

to watch you once more
my love

softly

sleeping.
I'd rather tear out my eyes

than
see you


leave.
I am no soldier
but I come under fire
each and ev'ry day

I am no sailor
but I've been all at sea
drowning in salt waters

I am no pilot
but I've oft been shot down
and crashed and so often burned

I am only me
but whom I am I made
and if you don't like it............ TUFF
TUFF..tough- in England it means  ( who cares what you think you don't matter or so what hard cheese you can't have what you want )
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I hope you know how much I value you and your friendship.
You're as sweet to me as chocolate.
And that's a lot better than the sour patch kids that usually surround me.
If you wonder why I tell you every little thing that happens,
it's because you have my complete trust.
If you wonder why I always want to sit next to you at dinners or on the bench or in the car,
it's because every second with you counts to me.
If you wonder why I'm so clingy,
it's because I've lost a lot of people and I don't want to let you slip away.
I know I'm overly nice some,
I hope it doesn't bother you.
I just never want you to feel hurt.
I know what it's like to feel hurt by others and it would hurt me to see you that hurt.
If you wonder why I do everything I do,
it's cause I love you.
i only miss you on mornings when the sun decides to show
and only on evenings when the stars and moon glow
when the grass is a shade of green and the sky is a blue,
when we're far, far apart and when i'm right next to you

i'll miss you for as long as night and day are oblique
and as long as seven days make up one whole week
for as long as you're gone and as long as you stay,
i'll miss you when you're here and when i'm counting the days

it's when you're all dressed up in a dapper-looking suit
it's when you're in bed, sick, and i'll have to make you soup
under all these circumstances, that is only when–
you know what? ***** this poem, i'd still miss you then
I specialize in lies;
I have special lies.
I am an expert in falsities,
oh, isn't that the most lovely?

I can easily take words from
very empty minds,
but cannot put a word into
a mind as active as mine.

Stealing lines from empty air
is my favorite little talent.
I can form a pretty song,
when there's seemingly nothing there.

I can sew cloth on cloth to
create a bed of thoughts.
And petals on each flower
represents the colors in your eyes.

Yes, I am a professional liar,
but I supposed that I was a writer.

It might seem outlandish,
or perhaps, kinda sad-ish,
but I can lie with words
and make you feel the feelings,
of whatever I may create.
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