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 Mar 2021 NightOwls
Chuck Kean
After The Rain

    He’s got you wrapped around his finger
You’d follow him to the edge of the Earth
You’ve paid your price for love
But you’ve yet to know its worth

And all that you’d do for him
I would do for you
But his love for you is a falseness
And  my love is true

One day you’ll  see all of the things
That love has you blind
When you wake up one day and
Realize you’ve been left behind

He’s got his world and you are
There just to play a part
And one day you’ll be all alone
With nothing but your broken heart

The clouds will roll in and tears will fall
You’ll be overwhelmed with sorrow and pain
And when the storm subsides, I’ll be
Here waiting for you,  after the rain

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/13/2021
All rights reserved
 Mar 2021 NightOwls
E
Blue
 Mar 2021 NightOwls
E
The day that I met you
Was when I decided
My favorite color was blue
When the world gets too cold,
Crawl into my heart,
        It's warm enough.
 Mar 2021 NightOwls
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 Mar 2021 NightOwls
Cait
The day you left
I remember it like it was yesterday
The day that you left
My world was torn apart
From the inside out
I no longer had you
A day felt like a month
A month felt like a year
A year felt like a lifetime
Waking up each day
Knowing you were gone
Knowing that the person I looked up to
Was gone forever
Not very polished or put together, but I have been in a little bit of a slump again so thought I should try to sit down and write something. Hope everyone is safe and doing well :)
 Mar 2021 NightOwls
Breanna evans
it's been a strange trip
trying to get to the point
where I know myself
I've been drinking
  since you died and
  left me talking to
  myself for comfort
  I just can't find here
  anymore with your
  shadows everywhere
  your touch is gone.
We've all gone crazy lately.
I don't wear a tie or cut my hair.
I smoked some hash and lost my
mind a little bit. Save me from
a world I don't recognize anymore.
I dress like a clown and eat drugs
to keep me up and down and level.
Friends are straight or hippies each
seeking their very own Nirvana and
I walk a tightrope above them all.
The world lost its center and we lost sight of God.
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