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My mind is plagued by so many questions
Eating at my knowledge like hungry worms in an apple
Things that were once undoubted are beginning to haze my memories
Those happy memories that are set in stone in my brain
Stone that knows no erosion; forever in place

You dared tell me one day it meant nothing to me
Have you looked in the mirror lately?
You might be surprised by what you see
We’ll just blame it on immaturity
But to me your actions tell a whole different story

Yes, I was unaware of my big sense of pride
To you that’s what made you want to leave my side
So now you say you wont get back with me out of respect for yourself
Sounds like your ego’s found a clever disguise
Could it be your reason was just a hidden pretense itself?

That is just one question of many
Too soon to figure this all out
Even though it seems you’ve found the fast forward button on life
Girl you’re just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep trying so hard
Take it easy and let time show you the route

Should have seen this coming
All that sadness is turning into anger
But what’s that going to change?
Nothing, just punish me for something that’s natural
What do you expect, I’ve loved you every second since I met you.

This is different than quitting, it’s knowing better
For I believe if its meant to be it’ll work itself out
I know God’s plans are better than what I have in mind, no doubt
In the meanwhile I’ll pray for you and wish you the best
I just hope you never doubt that you meant the world to me, princess
Just noticed the last verse doesn't fit, but thats because I wrote this over a period of around 3 months.
In
Thine Eyes
Are Diamonds
That Shine
Bright
And has a belly so full of my
Vegetable stew with Swedish
Sausage she can barely keep
Her beautiful eyes open.
Heavy with a strange weekend
Behind her, and the road.
I feel bad for mostly eating and
Sleeping. More beer than water
(Showers included).
Mine was a lighter load
This time, princess.
I'd take yours in a heartbeat,
I'm tempted to say. But I stop
Myself at your
Recent loss.

Now finish your cider. Pat
Wolfie good night.
I'll carry you to bed
Where all I expect
Is that you
Sleep.

We'll both be here
In the morning.
Tina's father's funeral was Friday, this weekend they went through his belongings.
I wait and I wait for your sweet reply:
Of love and caring,
of what I want on to rely.

I wait and I wait to see your beautiful face:
To see your shores of blue,
to see you smile and haste.

I wait and I wait until you speak:
Until we walk,
until we converse at the creak.

But sometimes its unbearable...
The wait.
The nausea and feelings of distraught,
anger,
rage,
pain.
Love...

But what we share and what we shared,
was worth waiting for and nothing can compare.
You
In my darkest hour I beg for your voice:
A reply to let me feel once again,
a word to fill the emptiness of strength.
I want to embrace you; keep you from the evils of this world and it will be my last task...

Your memory of being is acidic:
I cannot bare being left to silence.
Save me from this reality,
save me from this today,
save me for your fantasy.

Your smell is sweet and nostalgic:
It rips me apart and envelops me.
Ride with the ice to your true home of arms.

I want you:
to be home,
more than existence,
more than air,
Because without you I cannot take in to breathe, to be the ice and the home of arms.

Your tears are gray and filled with the pain of seldom:
I will cry on your shoulder and you will cry on mine.
Your tears prove life and your existence imitates art.

You are sweet and kind hearted and I am infatuated by your existence which I cannot bare to leave for another...
Your hand on my thigh, Your grip on my heart.
my heart drops into Your hand, the deepest corners of my earth.
You look back and forward for eyes wandering, drowning in nostalgia.

my eyes keep still on the idea of You.

You bring Your face to mine and turn my body into a home.
'Our'
mouths touch - Your arms unbreakable.
You lay down on my lap of pain, Your head up to the lie-stained-sky.
I kiss You.

I wake up...
When I am calm
I am a storm
When I am a storm
I am calm

The calm
Before the storm.
Stuck around in the board room meeting, ravenous and blissful, chugging down on freshly laid piles of rhetorical excrement, modes lingering in the air like Chernobyl.
Soon we will either have to evacuate
Or we will grow malicious twins on our shoulders
Two faced
Mind duality
Mode dynamic
Facetious solitude, always side by side with the proverbial circle ****
Of terminology, "lest ye be teriminated." White lies, loving, adoring, detrimental white lies.
Dead mythology
Dead language
Can you handle the live ones?
*Symbolitude
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