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Sorry

First, let me say I'm sorry
This isn't your fault, it's mine
I don't feel for you what you feel for me
And I know that seems so unkind

But, the passion we used to have
I don't feel it anymore
The flame that burned inside of us
Has dwindled to nothing, and nothing more

I'm sorry for you, who came out of the blue
I fell in love with a girl, but my love is no longer true.

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Daddy

Daddy, 
I'd like to take a trip to the airport with you and fly one more time. 
Eat fish tacos with you. 
Talk about real estate with you. 
Ask you about that time you "wrote a blank check" and believed God for a miracle. 
Tell you how much you impacted my life in so many ways. 
Tell you how I miss our early morning phone conversations. 
Borrow your truck for the weekend, because yours were always cooler than mine . 
Cook you breakfast and a make you a big ole chocolate pie. 
You always got me, you always knew when I needed to hear from you and when I needed a smile and encouragement. 
I hope I showed you enough how much I loved you. 
I hope you know, even though you're gone. 
I love you. 
Happy Father's Day.

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Dear Depressed Girlfriend

Dear Depressed Girlfriend,


Herein lies the problem
You love a man whose afraid to 
love you back
You cry because you want to 
call him
But it's like walking miles 
around a never ending track

You have tried so hard to be 
loved
Maybe this is a sign
God has has heard your 
prayers from above
You say, "God, when will he be 
mine?"

Trust me, the day will come
When you find the perfect man
Love will blind you with the 
power of the sun
But for now, focus on your 
family while you can

Your children are getting older 
every day
And eventually, they will be 
gone
So hug them tight, don't ever 
slip away
And forget about this foolish 
man and move on

You've been with him for three 
months. Man, what a waste
He'll call you back someday
Hang up the phone and slam 
the door in his face
Find you a real man, who will 
never walk away

XOXO,
Agony Aunt

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Little Old Me

I could still hear the dogs
When I got to the water.
They were close by.
Sniffing, Searching
All this fuss
Just to find little old me.

I'm a nobody.
I'm not important.
At least that's what I was told each night
When my father would read me a drunken bedtime story
And then "love" me until I bled.
We didn't talk about those things in our small town.

So I lived with my secret.
I let it boil inside me like hot water
Until one day, when that pot of water overflowed,
The day my father put his hands on my mother.
When I saw him swing, I blacked out,
And when I came to, he was bleeding, and I was holding the knife.

I ran away from home, all the way to the river,
And I jumped off the bridge.
When I hit the water, I realized what I had done.
Gasping for air, thrashing my arms.
Praying for forgiveness,
Promising to go back to church.

That's what it felt like the night I escaped.
I jumped in the water,
Colder than ice, and I couldn't touch.
The current was too strong.
It swept me under and I couldn't breathe.
So I held my breath and found the shore.

And now I'm here,
Where everything started,
In my old bedroom, same Superman sheets
Same soccer trophies on the dresser.
And you. Are you the same?
My mother, the one who turned me in.

You did it again, didn't you?
You called the police.
After all I've done for you? 
After I saved your life?
I'm sorry it had to come to this.
Be still mother, you won't feel a thing.

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Stitches

Let's start the bidding at eight hundred dollars
For the quilt that was sewn by the hands of a scholar.
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend,
A cuddle, a kiss, a wink, and a grin.

I have $850, $860, $875
For the quilt that is stained from all the times that she cried
While praying, while sad, while full of pure bliss
A grin, a cuddle, a wink, and a kiss.

$915, that's where we're at,
But we can't put a price on something as valuable as that
That lady, those hands, hands that never muddled
A wink, a kiss, a grin, and a cuddle.

Once, twice, sold, the the lady in red,
Who takes the quilt, and runs her fingers across the thread
A tear falls from her eyes, as she began to blink
A kiss, a grin, a cuddle, and a wink

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On the Hunt

It was 5 in the morning and I was tracking a deer
I was invisible, dressed in camo
I gasped. My eyes grew wide with fear
I could not find my gun or ammo
I heard rustling behind me. I was not alone.

I slowly turned to investigate
And to my horrific surprise 
A 12-point buck was standing up straight
Pointing my rifle right between my eyes
I had to get a picture so I reached for my phone

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
The voice was truly shocking
No one would believe that it was true
But the deer was doing the talking
Why in the world did I go hunting alone?

I heard the buck let out a sinister laugh
He could not easily be confronted
My legs were shaking like a baby giraffe
"How does it feel to be hunted?"
"Fredrick put the gun down!" came a voice unknown

I turned to see a woman, well in middle age
A cigarette hanging from her lips
Both of her eyes were wide with rage
She made her way over, both hands on her hips
"Quit picking on this boy and act like you're grown!"

The buck put his hands up to his face
And pulled off his own head
I fumed when I saw what was in its place
My white trash Uncle Fred
All I can say is, he's getting disowned.

Written by: Carson Drae
Tall Tales 2 Contest
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Spirit

My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.

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Bridge After Bridge

If the days seem too long to bear
You should call on God, he is always there.
Need someone to talk to?
A person who you know will always be true?
Friend, talk to jesus, he will deliver you

I'm struggling with doubt and sorrow
Sailing through this world is harder than I thought it would be
Right in front of me lies tomorrow 
Behind me are the mistakes, always taunting me
Like the seprent did to Eve 
  
A woman was walking, searching for "The Healer"
Bridge after bridge she crossed, with no one there to help her
Over and over she fell, growing weaker with every step
Troubled with her sin, she wondered, will God's promise be kept
Water! She found water, and the Master was waiting, and into his arms, the woman lept.

I am the Lord your God, and I'm so glad you found me.
Will I heal you? Of course, my child. 
Ease your mind, little one. Your soul is now set free
Your heart has been hurt and you've been sick for a while
Mind you, I'm your father. I've been with you, mile after mile.

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Decaf

I should be with you.
I shouldn't be here.
You're singing with angels,
As I sit in this dark room, staring at a beer.

It should have been me.
You shouldn't have died.
You're dancing with God,
While I scream and shout and cry.

This was our dream vacation.
Something we'd planned for years.
I look out the window of our hotel,
And I smile through the tears.

You should be with me
And thinking back on things that could've been
I should be in heaven with you
instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin

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The Girl

There is something about her, the way she walks
So graceful, eloquently smiling like a beautiful queen
The way she lights up a room when she talks
Her voice takes me to that place, unforeseen
The place that only she and I have been
I love her, and her name, oh! her name
Ever since I first saw her, I've never been the same

I am mesmerized by this masterpiece God has created, but I cannot be with her
And the pain is sharp glass cutting into my soul
And yet I must accept that her heart belongs to another
I must keep my passion a secret, no one can know
That I love this goddess, that she makes me whole
I cannot help but scream her name
"Juliette! I love you!" I proclaim