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I am running through a wheat dream
Open skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by a silver stream
I stumbled into the valley where sleep-ness never dies
A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies
no one said their final good-bye's
I wake up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falling from the sky blessing my soul
Above the silver lining of a mirrored cloud
I place a bouquet of flowers on your grave
Angered by the thought of my birth
Afterlife are we still saved?
Rescued by the hand, of him I can not see
Happy and tormented in life's final way
Silent mistreated never understand
A rid of hate dooming everyday
Something so evil ruins the last holding hand
My mouth hit by the door, on my knees when I pray
A ricochet shoot, when he revealed my plan
Fallen in and out after an unwanted betrayal
Alone with my own reflection is where I stand
the only thing I see!
7 years of bad luck.
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A little mysterious, a little mischievous
The cakes she bakes are quite delicious
Neither proper nor prim, a mind of her own
Many a suitor wishing she had a clone
A smile, a laugh, an addiction, adoration
A nice word or two to spark a flirtation
Falling in love with sweet words and a mind
Nothing like the others she's one of a kind
Beauty down deep past that little wry smile
Brilliance penning in a magnificent style
Adventurous, risk taking, right on the edge
Heart, loyalty, and friendship to her I pledge
Perfection like love is all perception and trust
A wonderful girl, getting to know her is a must
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The flight of the butterfly as she flutters by
Captures your beauty as seen by my eye
A rose in full bloom, a moonlit sky
The wind in your hair, all make me cry
I'm down on my knee, giving thanks above
Professing to all, the songs of our love
Your beautiful smile, your sweet lush lips
The gleam in your eye, the sway of your hips
Your kind gentle soul. your great big heart
Never will leave you, will never depart
Oh how I love thee, the girl of my dreams
Talking for hours, but minutes it seems
I'd walk on water, I'd swing from the trees
I'd play with fire, for you I would freeze
Come slow dance with me, my future lover
Joy and happiness we will rediscover
My words describe a beauty that is true
My dearest sweetie, my heart belongs to you
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weaved with strands of light
Contrasted with threads of black
A marvelous mosaic
of a wondrous soul
I drape you over me
Feel your warmth
I hear the tune of you
Singing your happy songs
Yet if I listen
just a little closer
I am drenched with your tears
The alternate other you
I open you up
Lay you on the ground
Marvel at the intricacies of you
All the subtleties
The bold designs
Shapes I could never imagine
You are magnificent
Harmony within each part
I resist the urge
To fold you up
Place you on a shelf
Keep you all to my self
A treasure just for my eyes to see
I look around
It's not up to me
You are connected to all
Other tapestries and endless sea
carried away by them you us and me
So I marvel and just let you be
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"we" smile (or one big smile from Jan)
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My dearest friend Cas
The one with an incredible a$$
Wait, did I really say that out loud
Oh honey,for that, you should be proud
Always with a kind word or two
Never letting me get too blue
When I can't seem to get things right
She'll start a duet for us both to write
Carries her little angel with her in tow
In all their adventures she lets us know
Lights up the soup when ever she's here
A true friend, one I will forever endear
Casarah you have captured our hearts
Without you the soup might fall apart
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I'm torn up, shaken and shattered
My mind's broken, torn and tattered
Too much thinking, not enough drinking
My strength is gone, my courage shrinking
A life without love, a life without care
A life without breath, a life without air
A life clouded, troubled, and blurred
A life listened, glistened, not heard
Too much pressure, too much stress
Need more time for me, but I only get less
Needing it to be over, needing it to end
Don't need an intervention, just need a friend
Breathe deep, breathe slow, take it all in
Show me a smile, let the healing begin
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I love the way
I love the way your gentle blue eyes shine
As your lovely face, it tells me you are mine
No words could tell, the love I have for you
It shines through me, so pure and sweet and true.
My years with you, have been the best I’ve known
Through all these years my love has grown and grown
I know, at times I’m hard to understand
Yet how I melt beneath our love so grand.
Until the end of time we two be one
Our love so vast it could outshine the sun
Together we two drown within such bliss
I’d die without your love, be sure of this.
Nothing could ever stem my love for you
It fills the Earth, the seas, the sky so blue
Forever and a day, this love in me
Will join us two together endlessly.
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Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same,
That runs deep within our veins.
If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.
©2013 Honestly JT
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It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting
as the ink infiltrates your skin.
Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart,
always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you.
Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds
even after the first and second and tenth kiss
who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless.
There will be men who you think will carry you forever
but after so long of holding
your feet above the water
they will throw you down.
They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up.
They will turn cheek,
kissless and forgotton.
You will stand with dirt palms
and fall back into his inferno.
There will be loves like this,
who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins,
the ones who carry guns on their backs
but never shoot to protect,
only to hurt.
The ones who drink all the water,
leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes
telling you that they are your own.
The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs
and you lye bleeding
believing that the color of your blood is true love for him.
The hour hand will spin around the clock
too many times before you leave him.
It will hurt.
You thought it was true,
but after the death of it
you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter
than a bitter apple.
Love the one who doesn’t cheat you blind,
but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms
and waits for you to
but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind
that he could change the things wrong that he did to you.
Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie,
who cries in front of your children,
who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home.
Be with someone who doesn’t ask for you to change
but instead loves your mistakes
cradles them within his fabric lungs
breathes them in with a grin.
Love is an interesting thing.
You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road.
Some will come running back to you.
Don’t jump back in the front seat,
until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you.
Drives five under the speed limit,
takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate.
I am here for you.
Remember me, the one who loved you first,
the one who will never stop loving you.
Come to me after he breaks up with you.
You can cry on my shoulder,
and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve.
Find a love who loves you the way
that your father and I love you,
the way that your grandmother loves you.
Find a love who already considers you family.
Who meets you
and looks into your ocean eyes
and drowns peacefully into your heart.