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I wake up in the morning to find an imprint in the sheets. I run my hands through the
space of where an angel used to be. Her scent still on my pillow. Sweet Chanel No. 5. A
light blue stain left from the shadow that covered her wild eyes. Heaven shines its light
through my window and clears the darkness from this place. I fear she may have left too
soon to recount all of her mistakes. She may have tip toed across the room while I laid
in bed asleep. Strong enough to leave me dry but to say goodbye, she's much to weak. I
call her name, wait 3 seconds, yet I still get no reply. Just face it she's gone. Move
on and live your life. But something caught my eye. Something I'd seen the night before.
It's the same black bra that was ripped from her body and thrown onto the floor. A few
feet away I spot the pile of her clothes just as the smell of bacon dances its way to my
nose. To the kitchen I go, following the scent in the air. And like a wish had been
granted my angel was standing there.
She's in my shirt, my favorite shirt. The one with the rolled up sleeves. Somehow it
looks better on her then it will ever look on me. She let her hair down and it drags just
beneath her shoulders' tip. One arm flips the pan while the other rests upon her hip. My
eyes seem broken and are fixed upon her forever long legs. She turns around, catches me
staring, laughs, and says "how do you like your eggs?"
Like an actor on stage I react to this cue. I grab her body, pull her close, and whisper
" I want you." She giggles and on her face a smile begins to grow. She says "I want you
too. More than you'll ever know." I throw her arm around my shoulders and carry her
body in my arms. I make a dash to the bedroom. Turn off the phone. Unplug the alarm.
The drapes now cover the light that heaven did provide and we'll now dive in the sheets
where our bodies will hide. I'll borrow her heart and my soul I will lend. And when the
next 'morning after' comes we'll do it again.

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Ok Im a Little Bitter

You had my heart. Yeah girl you owned. I would've sent it to you UPS but instead I just
phoned it through text messages and phone calls, talking about really nothing at all
except that I liked you and how you meant the world and how we should make this a
threesome: you, me, and baby girl.
You had my heart locked away in storage. Never knew why you didn't go for it. It was a
love worth having so why not explore it? Something was obviously wrong 'cause you chose
to ignore it; chose to wait for someone else in hopes he would see but he was just doing
to you what you were doing to me.
You kept me on the fence. You knew just how to play me. The same words you used for
comfort were the same words used to slay me.

Damn, I was fiendish. I had to have you like the last slice. I wanted you so bad I swear
it was built up from a past life. Thought you were sweet as sugar but you burned me like
spice. I hyped you up but the goods didn't match the price.
I never should have opened up to an empty shell. I thought you could be a friend and hold
me up but on my face I fell. We were never friends, just two people getting screwed by
the ones we wanted the most: you for him and me for you. Hindsight is 20/20 and now I see
it good and plenty that I was convenient for you, just a crutch when you got hurt. A mop
to clean the floor of all the tears that you would squirt. If you were a friend you
wouldn't have gotten so distant and so cold. You wouldn't have put our “friendship” on
hold. But it's all good. It's all in the past. There's no sense in dwelling on
something that wasn't gonna last. We're two different people on two different planes
going in separate directions with no plans to change. You can go on pretending that life
is just grand but if you stick with that then alone is where you'll stand.

But picture this: a perfect life without the drama, worry, or strife. Making a family of
your own. Becoming somebody's wife. Could you imagine yourself in a house with a white
picket fence. Trade that rusty Cavalier for a Mercedes Benz. Pay off all your bills and
still have money to blow. Take a trip to anywhere. Just pick up and go. Or do you see
yourself in a trailer park in a camper no bigger than a cell with three kids by three
dads? Hmm... don't that ring a bell? Your life is cyclical. It's a carousel you ride.
Same stuff everyday is the motto of your life.

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Death of a Child

Sorry I didn't get to stay.
To laugh and run and play.
To be there by your side.
I'm sorry that I had to die.

God sent me down to be with you.
To make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.

Mommy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But all the angels did cry
When they told little me goodbye.

God didn't take me because he's mad.
He didn't take me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be.
A love so precious...don't you see?

Up here no trouble do I see.
And the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play.
You'll come here too, mommy, someday.

Until the day you join me here
I'll love you, mommy dear.
Each breeze you feel and see
Brings love and a kiss from me.

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A Cashier's Crush

I can't seem to concentrate or even get my 
mind right. I'm losing sleep and suffer 
from a sudden loss of apetite. I'm shakin' 
in the heat and sweatin' in the snow and 
all the while this is happening, this girl 
don't even know that she haunts me in my 
dreams and I wake up in a sweat. She's like 
an old recurring dream that I just can't 
forget. I'm feeling like I'm ill, like I've 
caught some sort of flu. I feel like I could 
faint when she steps into my view. She's 
out of the ordinary; nothing like I've ever 
seen. It's like my heart plays the puppet 
and she's tuggin' on the strings. She's 
knows that she's a beauty and she's 
probably sick of hearing about it. But that's 
the drug that gets me lifted. Like a junkie, 
can't live without it. It's like an unspoken 
agreement that this girl is such a hottie. 
And the talk around the cooler is that man, 
she's got a body. Her hair flows for days 
and her eyes could cast spells. Soft skin 
like a pearl just released from its shell. Her 
voice is like a song sung only by those with 
halos. Plus she's got a booty similar to that 
of J.Lo's. But the thing that's really crazy is 
that we've never really spoken. We're still 
strangers and the "ice" has never really 
broken. There's this mystery about her 
that not only appeals to me, it makes me 
want her more because it feels so real to 
me. I pray that at work she's the one that 
works beside me. Then maybe I could 
reveal these feelings I have that eat inside 
me. But I don't wanna jump the gun or get 
ahead of myself but she has brought out 
all these feelings that for so long I haven't 
felt. I've gained a little wisdom as to how 
relationships go but I still wanna go old 
school and write little notes. I'll tell her 
that I like her and ask her if she feels the 
same. Check yes or check no. Don't forget 
to sign your name. But I gotta do 
something because I'm losing to much 
time. Before I know it she'll be gone and 
I'll be left wondering why. I just gotta say 
more than three words and things should 
be cool. I just hope that I don't stutter and 
end up looking like a fool. It's just when I 
look her in the eyes my mind starts to flip 
and all I can think to say is "uh, what's the 
code for chips."

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Its That Kind of Love

I messed around and fell in love, ya'll.  I know what you're thinking too. 
How could someone like me ever fall in love?  I'm just as surprised.  I had 
plenty of friends who fell for "the one" only to see it end miserably, so I had 
lots of examples of why not to take the plunge.  But damn it if love didn't 
come sneaking up on me.  But a pleasant surprise it has been.  But this isn't 
an ordinary love.  
This isn't some high school love. Not a I like you today but who knows how 
I'll feel tomorrow kind of love. Not a you're just the flavor of the month kind 
of love. 
This is an adult kind of love.  A mature kind of love.  A strictly for the grown 
and sexy kind of love. 
This is a I didn't meet the one but instead I met my other half kind of love.  
It's a I didn't know how incomplete I was until she came into my life and 
showed me things about myself I never knew kind of love.  
It's a can't wait to grow old with you kind of love. It's a not just about me 
but now about us kind of love.  It's a whatever I do I do it for you kind of 
love.  
But it's not a perfect love.  It's a work in progress but always on the right 
track kind of love.  It's a sometimes we argue about stupid things but I can't 
ever stay mad at her kind of love.  It's a she never sugarcoats the truth 
because she knows I need to hear it kind of love.  
It's an even if we break up we could never be just friends because you have 
deeply impacted my world that you will always be my best friend kind of 
love.  
This is a complex kind of love but it is mine.  
Damn I messed around and fell in love.

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Dance

I see heaven in the blue of her eyes.  I see a beautiful angel here with me tonight. You
dance in my heart.  Your symphony plays inside of my head.  I want to take your rhythm and
move it from the floor to my bed.
I fall to my knees, fall to my knees and pray.  Heaven don't let me let this girl go.  Can
she forever stay?

And we'll dance for love.  Dance to all the things that make us whole. And we'll dance for
love.  May our burning hearts never grow cold.

I'll love you forever if love is all it takes to keep you mine.  And we'll stand strong
together.  I promise to be your rock for all time. 
You're my queen, my angel.  You're everything I've ever dreamed of.  You're the air I
breathe.  The oxygen I'm so desperately in need of.

And we'll dance for love.  Dance until the stars come out to play.  And we'll dance for
love.  Dance until those stars begin to fade.

I'll follow you wherever.  I'll never let you walk this world alone.  I'll always have a
shelter.  Standing next to you feels like home. I love you more each passing day.  I've
never felt so high as I do now.  Being with you is the closest thing to flying.  Not even
gravity could bring me down.

And we'll dance for love.  Dance for all the words left unspoken.  And we'll dance for
love.  Dance for all the hearts that once were broken.

You hold your head up high despite all the things that try to break you.  And I love who
you are.  The good and the bad and all else that makes you.
You are the other half of me; the better part that completes me as a man.
And you'll never have to be gone for me to know exactly what I have.

And we'll dance for love.  Dance for an eternity of days.  And I'll dance for you.  You're
beautifully imperfect and I wouldn't take you any other way.

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Lonely

Lonely is sleeping in a cold bed. Lonely is sleeping in that same cold bed with the
ghosts of the memory of the one who used to keep that bed warm.

Lonely is having everyone's phone number and everyone having yours but still no one ever
calls you.

Lonely is celebrating everyone's birthday and when yours comes around no one remembers it.

Lonely is when the muscles in your mouth ache when you try to smile because they haven't
been used for that reason in a long time.

Lonely is trying to figure out what to wear to look nice all the while knowing that there
will be no one to notice.

Lonely is being denied the chance at love just because of who you are, the one thing you
can't change.

Lonely is knowingly letting someone use you just because it is the only attention anyone
is giving you.

Lonely is jealously crying while watching Flavor Flav get three opportunities with over 30
women to fall in love.

Lonely is waking up to the same smoothed out side of the bed every morning.

Lonely is finding comfort in food or drugs because they will never go away.

Lonely is clutching your pillow at night just to have something to hold.

Lonely is knowing that the one you have feelings for would be better off with you than the
loser they are with now.

Lonely is having all the self worth in the world and finding no one to recognize it.

Lonely gets me but I don't get lonely. Sitting around ashamed was the old me. Now I live
for me, the most important reason. To betray myself would be the ultimate act of treason.
Now I see that I was never lonely just a little misguided. The one clear path to
happiness suddenly became divided. But I must make a new trail and please believe that I
will blaze it. And this time lonely will not follow because happiness has replaced it.

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Smile

She smiles.  The sun itself cannot shine any brighter than her when she smiles.  Unlike
the sun, you can stare at her light.  And when your eyes start to tear it's because you
realize that no beauty has never shined like hers.  Like I a rock I stand.  My body frozen
in place. A glance was all I gave but a glance was all it took to get me.  My mind frees
itself and she crawls inside my head.  For a moment she is the only one I think about. I
do anything, say anything to see her smile.  Suddenly the world becomes my stage and she
is my crowd.  And as if it were my sole purpose in life, I make her smile.  Make her
laugh.  Make her feel as if only my words bring the world to laughter.  Make them
memorable so that when she thinks of them she'll think of me and she'll smile.

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A Growed Up Kinda Feeling

How did I get so lucky in finding you? After all of the lies I've seen it's good to be
blind by truth. And that is my truth but I'd still take the dare. I'm so nervous about
this though I've never been one to be scared. I've prepared myself mentally for what
emotionally may come. Still I assume I'll feel things and have no idea where they're from.
They'll be something like shadows, attached to me and hard to see through. I'll wear them
on my face like the lens of my glasses that keep up my clear point of view.

I'd like to think I had more will power and it'd be hard for me to succumb to the
seductive ways of a woman that often leave a man looking dumb. But after our first
encounter you had my mind twisted up in a crazy way. Somewhere in the middle of a Jack
Black and a Barry White. Let's call it a Macy Gray. You had me before we could even form
a dialogue. I was sprinting to find words to say, something like a memory jog. Choking
on unspoken words, I was on a steady diet of silence. I swear I could have put a patent
on my stupidity because I had it down to a science.

We take the time now to learn about each other. What makes us laugh, how we love, and
what secrets we cover. I take the time to listen as your body speaks and I take note of
every touch that makes you weak. I love the little things about you that make you who you
are. And from all the rest who act the same you've set yourself apart.
Your kiss washes over me and makes my smile brighter like Listerine. You clear me up when
I breathe you in like a strong antihistamine. You're my sunshine so I would never care if
I burned. You aren't found in any text book but you're the best subject I've ever learned.

Best Poems Written by Paul Smythe

Who Will...?

The Morning After

Ok Im a Little Bitter

Death of a Child

A Cashier's Crush

Its That Kind of Love

Dance

Lonely

Smile

A Growed Up Kinda Feeling