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 Jul 2018 K
MT
I know I can be happy, I know that this can work because in the beginning I was happy and I loved you then.
In the end, we’ll be together and I’ll be happy once again, because baby, I could never lose you, it would be the death of me.
I feel so free with you, you let me be free, be the real me.
You opened my eyes to my problems and helped me be true.
The world isn’t anything to me if I don’t have you.
You see, I’d walk for miles just to see your pretty smile.
And I’d give up forever to hold you for awhile.
I’d do anything and give it all up to make you feel better.
As long as it ended in me having you forever.
When I’m with you I’m comforted and then I feel safe, but when I’m without you I honestly have no place.
You’ve always made me feel powerful, useful, and needed.
You always bring me up through the bad when I’m down and defeated,
But as my mind spins, I begin to think and what would you say?
Would you say you feel the same way I feel day after day?
I want you to stay, but I’m scared of what you will say because the hurt I have caused you in my mind will never go away.
You’ll always be my sunshine through the good and bad.
You’ll be my moon to light the darkness when I am sad.
As you are always there for me to save the day.
Whenever you feel alone know that I’m here to stay.
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 Jul 2018 K
Traveler
BAR FLY
 Jul 2018 K
Traveler
Upon a stool in the darkness of day
I once loved a rather pretty bar maid

Drunken drowning in and out of sorrows
Here today and gone tomorrow
Behind the bar the mirror reflects
A pitiful image of self neglect
Nobody actually knows your name
Yet you keep coming back just the same...

Happy hour comes and dies
As we stumble in our pride
In harmony with our woes
Last call near time to go
One more drink, another smoke
One more lie start to choke...

I soak on home to dry
A pretty friend stops on by
I spark a fire and shine
I pretend that you're still mine
Tomorrow comes and I'm alone
Upon a bar-stool getting ******..
Traveler Tim

— The End —