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dlx Aug 2016
I know now,
Why people always saying like this in a film,
"You can buy everything except the love,"
Well, now I know
What the meaning of itself,
Love is not buyable because indeed,
Love is free
Love costs nothing
Love applies to everyone, no exceptions.
Then why besides there,
Mostly girls always saying like this,
"No way. My love is expensive, ya know?!"
Well, I'm a girl
And I know exactly what it means,
We say like that stuff because we don't want you to give us a billion dollars Chanel bag, we don't want you to build us a mansion, and we don't need your cash cash.
We just wanted a love by yours. A true love and a pure hearts of us.
If you boys can give us love, just love, we don't need those money and bills.
But nowadays, I don't know why everygirl wanted their boys to give them a tiffany n co every anniversary.
Well, if you want to talk about it,
I'm sorry I can help.

- dlx
Austin Ryskamp Jun 2018
I have know where to spend my “non dollars” after it’s been cashed in for non sense
this new currency isn’t viable, nothing is buyable you have to see.
That I have trouble finding who to be
After the catastrophe......
I could
inspire from the cleansing fire of my own experience
Or I could sit in shame as the man who sat back and took the pain but did nothing.
I can
make a difference with the change I’ve received
I will
change my mind mid sentence, sentencing my sorrow to jail.
So my tomorrow is more then hail and storms
But tomorrow reforms my pain
I declare standing in the rain
The victim will no longer be me, I shout in victory.
Robyn Neymour Jul 2010
Paintings on the wall what do you expect,
Press pause, then play on every living effect.
I laugh at the wine glass as I tend to the cheese.
Looking in the mirror but I am not pleased.
Expecting to be rejected as I commit my sins,
Laugh and unattended to drink I begin.
Beautiful me how, how beautiful thou art,
In the art of a painting I fade in the dark.
How can this be my beauty so desirable,
I laugh at my heart which is so in denial.
Changing with wind I’m so admirable,
But little the laugh at, beauty so buyable.
Connect to the soul, so sure I am pure,
Beautiful me pressure I do endure.
Dull within the artist eyes,
Black and gray cloudy skies.

©
© - RGN - 6:55 July 1st 2010 RGN

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