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it's in the clouds
the color of your eyes contains it as well
your smile has a story that i desire to learn
even if you don't believe it, you're here for so much more
and it's not for the temporary but
simply to practice the reality which is eternal
this is a mere shadow, escape it and you'll see there's so much more
you obtain much passion but your heart is weary
sleep in the hands of our Creator and live for today and forever more
we aren't that different from the roses, yes if you pay close attention,
even now we wait for someone to pick us without knowing that we've been planted with such care to create and share life
like this gift of simply living through the power of He who brings us water and light.
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                   "Well that's ridiculous.

                     People hate honesty–they prefer to be lied to."




























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Shy
Her.
She is sitting by the table...eating...laughing.
Well I don't care what she's doing,
except her reaction when I ask her my question.

I approach.
But I feel like a blindfolded pilot,
on his way to land his airplane.
Unable to discern right from left.

I freeze.
Feet from my destination,
all my muscles stop moving.
I stand there like a statue,
thinking if I should really ask.

I turn around.
Throats already dry...
My head turns the other way,
and so does the rest of my body.
I couldn't help it. I can't.
Even if I had enough guts to say anything to her.

Another day goes by,
without saying a word.
Its not that easy you know,
because I'm just too

shy.
Shyness. It plagues everyone. But all you gotta do is ask.
Short one before I go to bed :)
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