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Wandering Soul Nov 2016
New faces, old pain and another small town.
Mask on and walls up so nobody can see
your thoughts slowly overfill till you drown
when all you ever really wanted was to be:

Free like the runaway winds that quickly twirl
and if you ever get lost in the midnight sleet
just know, I will always remember you, the girl
with the rhythm of her heart dancing offbeat.
Wandering Soul Nov 2016
I'm never leaving, so I hope you don't mind
blushing furiously the moment our lips align
as I pull you in closer, our bodies intertwined,
my hands on your thighs as we cross the line.

I'm here to stay, so close and lock the door.
Throw away the key as we watch the skyline,
and talk till the early morning sun rises, before
falling asleep nose to nose; baby you're mine.
S.Z.
Wandering Soul Oct 2016
You always tell me how worthless and ugly you are,
how the world would be a better place without you.
You don't believe that you can fly like a shooting star
high above the skies, painted a unique different hue.

You will never see how your smile lights up the night
when all your life, you've watched yourself crash land.
So just laugh and let go of it all, take hold of my hand
as we get lost in the streets underneath the moonlight.
  Oct 2016 Wandering Soul
storm siren
Find me somewhere
Between
What you say
And what you
Mean.

Find me somewhere
Behind
What you see
And what you
Find.

I am found in the darkest
Spaces
Of what you think and what have you
Within good graces.

You are the sunshine,
And I am the grey.
I am the night time,
And you are the day.

And if I gave what light I have,
To bask in yours endlessly,
I would give it up gratefully,
To be yours entirely.
  Oct 2016 Wandering Soul
storm siren
If I had to choose
Between loving you
And seeing the world,
Well I'd pray to God,
That I'd wake up blind.

Because I don't care
About the past,
And I don't care
About what people say or think,
All I care about
Is you and our future.

I've been trying to compliment you
Through rhythm and rhyme,
But I've come to the heartfelt conclusion,
That these things take time.

And I thought for so long,
I was broken and damaged,
And after being told
For so long
All the things
That are wrong,
You came along
And started putting things
Where they belong.

And I'd rather see in shades of gray,
Than lose you any day.
Not like I'd really have to choose, but y'know. Dramatic effect.
Wandering Soul Sep 2016
Fathers be good to your daughters, raise them proper
and teach them to stand and walk on their own 2 feet,
as one day they will no longer be daddy's little hopper,
so let them grow freely and always pull out their seat.

Mothers be good to your daughters, teach them about
the bad boys out there who will use her and then leave,
who will break her precious heart and make her doubt,
but also warn her about those that can make her believe.

So fathers and mothers please be good to your daughters,
look after them carefully when they fall victim to the flu,
because you'll never again see a smile sweeter than theirs,
and cherish them because daughters become mothers too.
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