It's that song you used to always play–
Playing, softly, under our words in your old driveway,

I knew you were hurt, and I didn't know what to say,
Though, I vowed I was going to love you the right way,

Time goes by, but some things never change,
As it never mattered, where you were was my favorite place,

You were perfect for me, and I wish you would've stayed,
Though you moved back home–over a thousand miles away,

It may hurt, and this pain might never go away,
Though, I listen to that song, softly, on replay–

Replaying alone, with this night that's gone astray,
I cry, here, parked in your old driveway
In waves of emotion
(Deep as the seas)
Eyes cry ashore--

There broken
(For nobody to see)
Another tear falls to the floor--

Wherein an ocean
(Of drowning memories)
Love turns into a storm
She's beautiful as beautiful gets,
As the nature of her beauty is the beauty of nature's equivalence,
With every movement–she's special and different to no ends,
Yet, to her, her being beautiful is anything other than common sense,
With scars sliced up and down her arms and wrist,
It's evidence this beauty has cried, has wondered, and reminisced,
As it's evident, she's tried, has stumbled, and even wished,
Someone would take her beauty for what it really is–
And see the most beautiful woman that has ever lived
I want to write, but I am too high,
Yes, I want to write, it's true, but I am just too high,

Thank you
She's bruised–beaten–battered–and scarred,
With bruises placed all up and down her legs and arms,
She lies here with a broken heart,
As there's no end to her pain–she has no idea where to start,
So she cries, here, alone in the dark,
Where she reminisces of the man that tore her emotions apart,
With only the memories left of a man that took it too far,
As this man, on her heart, will have forever left his mark–
With bruises that he placed leaving her battered and scarred
With smiles and laughter through the night,
I watch as she begins to get tired,
With the sight of her sleepy eyes,
Wherein seeing what was once a live wire
Become tired right before my eyes,
It's here, in a moment of dire, she surrenders this night,
With her resting her head on my chest,
As only a moment passes by, and softly, as she fails to reply,
I kiss her on her forehead,
And say "I love you angel, goodnight"
Your beauty is that of my artistic escape,
As I could sculpt, write, and paint my life away,
But your beauty I could never properly replicate,
With your every line, every curve, every shape and shade that is perfectly placed,
I embrace the elegance of everything within the portrait and the landscapes of your frame,
For I get lost every time (as I gaze) and drift far far away into my own little special place,
With your beauty that is that of my artistic escape
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