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In His Arms

In his arms

In His Arms you bury your head into his chest and release tears of anguish fury and disbelief.
Gently he caresses your back and says those four little words you were longing to hear. Not "Everything will be alright" But "I'll make everything better" and at that moment a ton of burden is lifted from your chest and into his hands, but to him feel as light as a feather. Trust is elevated and at most high because hearing those words from his honey thick voice makes it ooze from his skin. Unknowingly you find out not only does he sympathize but he empathizes because once in his life not only has he felt the same way, but you'd once said those same words and lifted a similar burden from his body reassuring you of his motives of loving you.

His arms wear scars from childhood, hard work and labor, to him they're not appealing, to you they're a work of art. It should be part of the suffix ology because you've study every detail of his skin, down to the six beauty marks and a tiny recent cut on his left leg right below his knee.

Those arms scream protection when they're around you. Not just physical protection but protection from what the world thinks of you. In those arms there's no judgment, in those arms there's no need to be perfect, contradicting his kind hold on you, in his arms you are liberated.

Just longing to be in his arms

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Passport

Like a passports thats been stampes, I can prove to you I've been here before...
Like heels from my sweet 16, I can show you I've matured.
Once booed from your stage, now I'm finally adored.
Fell ill from to your disease, there's finally a cure.
Take... Take.. take.... Even come back for more.
A repetitive situation, you havent found purpose for....
... Same problem, new tears.... the current crap you've been dealing with for years..
Only now there's an issue, where's the encouragement and cheers?
Still looking for approval, afraid of looking awkward or weird?
Praying you can hop into someone else's skin... But the same insecurities will still lye within.
You cant fix whats on the outside and not whats on the in.
A pointless try and effort, my passports stamped again.

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Deja Vu

I've written this a thousand times.
Rehearsed and reiterated my lines. 
Memorized them, now they're engraved in my mind. 

I've crumpled up this very paper and threw it at the wall.... 
Ten seconds later picked it up from the floor. 
Now I see the beauty in it I didn't see before. 

I've repented for these same sins and 
O' Lord here I am again. 
These are the same tears, I wept last week. 
I realize these are familiar words as we speak. 

This is the same awkward pause, a similar why and because. 
This is the very same glance I gave the walls. 
This is the same scream I yelled as I entered the hall. 
I've seen this before, I've seen this before.  
One thing has changed ...I'm not the same at all. 

Deja Vu

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Distractions

My eyes are the distraction... Distraction from feelings... 
My eyes are the distraction.... Distraction from noise... 
When I close them, and you touch me thats when I feel... 
My eyes are the distraction, distracting whats real... 
How can I focus on touch with something as beautiful as sight? 
Staring into the air.. this probably isnt fair. 
My eyes are the distraction so my feelings arent there... 
An intense day dream.... To u, a lost look is what it seems... 
I tell you my eyes are the distraction and now you know what that means..

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The Living Hiatus

The Living Hiatus



A Brief conclusion to my restless nights

A quick pause to my consistently running mind

A Walking, breathing, beautiful, drift to my hard times



I know I may use, abuse and possibly confuse the situation we're in;

But you are the living hiatus from where my problems begin.

I understand that is a lot to handle...

And my jealous nature surly causes a lot these scandles.

But how can I not be addicted to this high bid gamble.


Like a throw of the dice

I don't think twice

Because of the equilibrium that reaches my soul when you look in my eyes.

My living, breathing, walking hiatus.



You say it's inevitable that you'll hurt me.

But I can't quit,

With all the smarts and the wits

Something deep down in me 

Says the feelings mutual,

So if only for a season, and only for that reason; that this love was created...

You'll forever be mine and I'll forever be yours; A Living, Breathing walking Hiatus.