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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As one watches from across the way, Having thoughts;with words astray. Looks over at a girl, Seeing her innocent;as white as a pearl. So far apart from reality, Leading that thought to his fantasy. Bringing a guard to her so quick, Making his way by, over each crack, each stick, Telling her ends meet and it's time to fly. Away from the cloud of needless time spent, Her not understanding;on her way she went. Fubling words clear as day, he goes about her day;as night is play. Hour and minutes adding up to be, Entering the dungeon with that silver key. The shadow lurks so quick, so sly, He walks up to her, needing her hand to survive. Deep eyes, deep voice, so crystal clear, Blue eyes stare back, does he see the fear? His fantacy leading from ear to ear, His fantacy needing her to care. As for words are used at its' best, Making talk cheaper up here, up West. All around te world heads float, Picking people to cast a hold of their coat. Teir coat of the cold world below, Where the thoughts are bare with no scare. Tick Toc Tick Tok, Waiting by the rock, She pulls up, for his words need to be chosen, Tick Toc Tick Tok, Steps crackle slowly, He needs her hand, he needs me. Watching his past unfold, Put his personality in a mold. A mold of reality so close in touch, He holds out a hand not a choice; but a must. Telling his life to her so pale, Walking away with unjust, no tale. As everyone deserves a chance as said, But not everyones on a path to wed. Some look at each as a bead, One flick and the bead is gone, One stick, to step with no witness to con. So quiet, each thought needs to be whispered, For teh talk could be caught if one has heard. Making the tick toc so powerful, As teh flames follow the dark eyes of the unseen bull.
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