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Can you smell me
Can you touch me
Can you lick me
Can you kiss me
Can you see me
Can you hear me
Can you....love me
Short little poem, I hope you enjoy
Obey Obey
Okay Okay
That's all you hear people say today
But what if you were to dis obey
And go astray
To make a safe place for our people to stay
Oh my dear
Then you'll have to pay
For uproaring the masses
Showing them they have power
Now no ******* gets past us
It's a revolution
This is now our solution
No more games
No more fear
No more tears
It is time!
It's now! Finished !
They keep tellin' me across the river,
with poems strewn all on the wooden floor
they keep tellin' me it gets better
for time heals all which burns cold
yet the long, winding, static road
seems to yearn for me to feel the depths
the ebs and the flows, forcing  me to
drink the past & pain like strawberry lemonade
they keep tellin' me it gets better,
but does it?
If
If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Oct 2019 Christian Albury
Noah
I will be gone so quick you won't  have time to miss me..
Take care of my heart ,Ive left it with you.
Stayed up late so high on you
Adrenaline like Aderall
Laid waiting for the comedown
Still my mind isn’t at rest

Stayed up late so high on you
Nerves like narcotics
Sat alone itching for more
Still craving your presence

Stayed up late so high on you
Anxiety like acid
Been tripping over my words
Still seeing stars behind my eyes

Stayed up late so high on you
Like an addict
You left me wanting more
for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet
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