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THAT WHICH SHE WISHES WERE TRUE

here is what she will never seem to understand
no matter how good good gets is it good if you can't hold your lover's hand?
if it's the best music or just plucking a rose from a vine
what good is it if you can't share it with someone you yearn to call "mine?"

if there's good in the simplest of things how can you enjoy it all alone?
it's as difficult as going to the sea and trying float a stone
there's the loveliest thing Mother Nature ever made real
but it turns ugly if there's a hole in your heart medicine and/or time cannot heal

so i go to places where my lover refuses to go
which leaves my soul empty and my spirit low
all i think of is how much i wish she were there
but with all the loveliness i see there's sorrow i cannot bear

joy isn't joyful and turns dark when i can't share it with someone i love
because i'm missing the hand i want to hold and all the wonder thereof
so that's what i'm condemned to until she tells me to leave forevermore
and there is no way for me to ever be able to even the score

so i can tell her about all the places i've been 
but i've been there all alone and that's a remorseful sin
when she's not next to me i can't even summon a simple grin
and all i can say to her is "honey, you win!"
 (c) 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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