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The jobless man
Empty pocket
Empty kitchen
Empty plate
Empty pot
Empty Tommy
Empty pulse
The Jobless man
No money
No food
No home
No social benefits
No state support fund
No basic life
The jobless man
Dead system
Corrupt government
Victim of a Brutal regime
Failed politicians
Hopeless chances
Damaged mind
And now in the street hanging
Around as
The jobless man
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Serious things, funny things,
you don't know the good you bring.
You tell me things you'd tell no other.
The right things you say, one after another.
You made me laugh so hard,
I sheded tears of laughter.
I quickly sent you my fond regards,
in hopes I'd see you shortly thereafter.
I'm sorry to hear of you distress.
You must of been in one heck of a mess.
Hands and fingers were not meant to be glued.
How on earth are you to eat your finger food?
You make me smile,
you make me laugh.
You make me feel worthwhile.
You give me all your time and a half.
So I wrote this poem on your behalf.
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Would you still love me? If I told
you I have no formal education?
And I don't know how to read?
Or never held a job in my life?
Would you still love me? If I told
you I was groomed to hate people
like you? And part of an organi-
zation that killed your race on sight?
Would still love me? If I told you
I was in love with another man?
And the reason I’m with you is I'm
pregnant, and we both need a home.
Would you still love me? If I told
you I slept with strangers for food?
And that I could possibly be infected
with that deadly virus that has no cure?
12-12-18
Inspired by the “ Would You Still Love Me
Contest”
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The Garden Man
My man is in the garden.
He is planting and watering
the new seeds we just got.
They are wonderful carrots,
of different colors,
purple, and white and gold.
He has already planted,
corn, and tomatoes,
potatoes,
and sunflower seeds,
among the weeds.
That is okay,
I am here to say,
without regret,
do not fret...
the unwanted foliage
has a wonderful use,
for chickens,
and quail...
that wail for fresh greens,
and lovely beans.
Nothing is wasted here.
Not time, nor food,
nor resources.
All are a part of the whole.
The sky above,
the earth below,
Jesus inside,
and beside us...
always.
Heaven.
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The spirit-man within him stood
Persevered the pain.
Determined he would take no food,
until the blessings rained.
Both mind and body were subdued.
The Creator was his claim.
In a jail, shackled and bound,
each day he overcame.
He spoke no daily platitudes,
but only lay in wait,
soul reaching to the universe,
for spiritual escape.
Endowed by the Creator’s realm
the spirit-man grew stronger,
denying food in fasting prayer,
his body had no hunger.
Oh, what secrets may be jailed
in this Charman, priest or chief.
There lies a strength, outside the self
of spirit and belief.
9/20/2022
2nd Place in The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
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Pot of food
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Our pot too whoo
You home through the storm
I am in .. you are out
Lighting strikes again
The maple tree is terrified
The dogs are petrified.
The window's fear
The thunder near
The cat runs
under the table.
Hearty beef stew
boiling stable.
Misty you sway
wet back to me.
My heart in hope
For lightning to miss you.
My hope is heard.
The fire keep's it burn
This warm house
Your winter food
Waits on the stove
Wanting you to get home.
This winter storm
A jealous woman
To strike and divide us
To be seperate.
I see a frame
You dripping at the door.
Our beef is warm
Like love
We beat the storm
And a hearty beef
Right in our home.
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There’s this boy who I’m about to describe
He’s my world and his love is divine
His eyes hold the future that we share
And in my heart I know we’re the perfect pair
His arms give off love, when I need it the most
I can’t help but show him off, forgive me when I boast
His lips are my delicious comfort food to taste
To leave his lips unkissed would be a waste
Laying my head on his chest
Is the place I like to be the best
When I run my fingers through his hair
And kiss his neck, if I dare
I adore everything about him; I’m completely in love
I’m lucky to call him mine; he’s a blessing from above
I can’t help but stare whenever we are together,
Because I am crazy about him and will love him forever
I hope he never forgets he will always be my king
And always remember I’m forever his Queen
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Am I good enough for you, Lord
I am made up of spirit, soul, and blood
Flesh created in your image
Out of love, you are loved
Love a child in the classroom youth
With his hands raised, raised in the air
Asking a question a simple question
Is God here
Why is a man so messed up
Bound and City's killings everywhere
Chaos and confusion my shoes don't fit anymore
To be a tuned a boy was just a boy. Now he's a man
Growing up thinking they are just toys
Food for thought for low-profit nutrition.
Devote for some and not for religion
I am made up of spirit, soul, and blood
Is there anyone in this planning on this planet
Other than you, Lord, who loves
What I believe I genuinely see
That I will one day be above it all
in the new Earth and the new heaven
Well, yes, I am good enough for you, Lord
6/4/13
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022
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My afghan man with arms like an orangutan
who likes to kiss me while we stand
He says
He loves to look into your eyes as he kisses you
She says
You are my muse
You silly goose
And I love you mightily
and tell you nightly
He is asleep now, so i will improvise his response
He says
Oh Susie Q you are the goose
I may serve you with butter
Until I hear you utter I do
Butter she says, does another food group come along
Its wrong just to butter a girl up you know
You toss in something of a pairing to make it last long
He says
For you dear its up all night
it's quite the sight
I pet it or bat it but your voice makes it gravid
Oh dear darling you have ruined my goofy poem
You darn Scottish tall gnome
I love you forever, now get to my home!!
I put orangutan into a poem. I need an award. - For Alan 10/23/2003 11:53PM Artimus (C) Susan Manley
It started as a text chat with him
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To "Spud" my special little hamster
"Spud" - my little hamster in late April popped his clogs
Now buried in a grave in the garden underneath the sod
With some of his hamster food that I did not want to waste
I threw it in the garden to give the birds something to taste
Now my garden is filled up with huge golden sunflowers galore
And with it now my beautiful little "Spud" lives on forever more
I will tend to these sunflowers until their time with me is spent
Remembering all the times of "Spud" my hamster heaven sent
Love you Son - Love Mom x x x
"Spud" as seen in my profile picture - God bless your little cotton socks
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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Met you along the roadside
When you were begging for your own life
When you were a homeless
When you have empty pockets
When you all in pain
Gave you food
Hold you up
Hugged you tight
Made you Mr. right
I was the one who made you laugh again n again
Now tell me how’s it feel laughing at me when am all drained?
I was the one who hold you up n made you stand there
Now tell me how’s it feel leaving me down here?
I was the one who invade my ideas in your brain
Now tell me how’s it feel being a leader and calling me shame?
I was the one who blindly loved you so you can kick me out
So tell me how’s it feel being stand on your own feet now?
And am dying to see the day when you fall down again
When the floor hits you hard
When the reality s you down
When you all ripped
When you beg again
Then I’ll ask you again, how’s it feel watching me smiling up here??
How’s it feel begging down there?
How’s it feel without money?
And how’s it feel while dying again??
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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ MY POEM 'NOT QUITE
WONDER WOMAN' AND TIM SMITH'S POEM A CALL TO BLUNDERWOMAN
Hey Tim’s kids get off your tush
Your dad is baking something lush
He’s made a massive tray of cake
Do the washing up for goodness sake
Then he’s going to mow the lawn
Poor guy’s been up since the crack of dawn
Then he will tackle the all the weeding
While you shout out ‘dad we need feeding’
So give your dad a lovely break
Surprise him with a special cake
I’d give you a hand but I’m not free
But please send a slice to me
Get off the x box and have some fun
Play in the park or go for a run
If dad is busy then give me a call
And Blunderwoman will scare you all
Then you will appreciate you dad
For Blunderwoman is really bad
She will fill your head with dread and fear
So do me a favour pour your dad a cold beer
Sit him down in front of the telly
With lots of food and wobbly jelly
Give him hugs and a special treat
Now he can relax and put up his feet
Jan Allison
3rd August 2014
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He was a dark skinned man
I couldn't tell his age
He had a baby face
But he also had a childlike heart
He was thin, very thin, mostly bone
His skeleton like figure scared many
He never scared me
I visited him a lot
I loved listening to his stories and dreams
Whenever I had no guests around, I was always in his room
He had his own private room
Whereas in my ward we had atleast ten females
I never saw anyone visiting him
I don't think he had family and friends
He loved to laugh
I wondered what brought him there
We had big plans of opening the best restaurant in town
At seventeen I knew I had a passion for food
I loved to cook and entertain
Besides my bedroom, kitchen was my next favourite room
We talked of our passions and made big plans
I left, I can't remember if I said my goodbyes or not
Its been such a long time
But I remember and treasure our moments
He never left his room, he never even left his bed
But his dreams took him places many wishes to see
I left, he never did
But the dream he put in me still lives on
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Dear Husband,
sometimes I am so crazy I forget who I am,
I scream and I cry and I throw things,
I over react, my mind twists your meanings
I accuse you of being a stranger,
thoughtlessly throwing my words against you.
You stand there, and take my battle cry,
Smile and take me by the face,
Pressing your love against my lips.
You grab me, solid against the wall of your body,
and crush the fight from my breath with your hug.
You remind me that home -
is where our family is,
no matter what four walls hold us,
no matter if the food is smaller than the pile of bills,
no matter if the people we are today,
are different than the people we were before.
You my love are my solid oak tree,
standing thousands of years before me,
tall, strong, withstanding,
you whisper against my cheek,
that you will always withstand my storms,
your arms will always be open to my crazy,
your love with always be carved with my name.
The crazy slides off me like a skin,
I am standing in your arms,
I can breathe once again.
Dear Husband,
thank you for loving me.
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Pondering up on hidden thoughts I relax in the balcony,
recollecting those crafted priceless moments
whence you had cast a spell~was immersed in severe infatuation.
Always lending me your broad shoulders,pampering
me to rest my crown.
When am cramping down due to menstruation,
you'll indulge in all the household chores, cradling me to sleep.
Cooking food and feeding each other with love & care.
Sadly when I gesture, you stretch out your warm hands forward to console me.
Angrily when I seethed ,calmingly you bore.
Dawn to midnight showering me with infinite kisses, promoting my cheeks to blush in twilight.
Fluttering thoughts of our laughters and fun,dousing in same passion, how nicely we appreciated each other.
Missing silly fights concluding with tight wrapping cuddles;
Rewinding our candle lit dinner and romantic duets,
stepping on foot,pressing against your chest.
Dissolving time by re-reading past conversations;
Cocooning me as a child in your heart,you've travelled apart.
I beseech you to come back soon,so that we could start off our life.
Will tip toe you being your companion.
1-7-2020
Placed as Honourable Mention.
Note: In loving memory ..poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Regina Riddle.
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Oh, please, drop something in my cup, a bill or batch of change,
to see me smile when I look up...my fear with hope exchange.
A homeless man surely I am, my fate did bad by me;
I am not here to cheat or scam, I have no family.
On me, this tattered coat, my home, will hug me to the end;
cast out by fate and all alone...this cup, my only friend.
Oh, please, just one coin in my cup, or maybe two or more,
in trembling hands that I hold up, my begging eyes implore.
You'll never know the intense pain of having hunger gnaw
or have to sleep out in the rain or barnyard on the straw.
To be looked at with such disgust by some who pass me by,
and know there's no one I can trust beneath this lonely sky.
Oh, please, drop something in my cup; assure my heart will beat;
to see my eyes, with hope, tear up...perhaps today I eat.
In past, my life was full of dreams, the path I could not find;
no one to guide me so it seems...to future, I was blind.
And so I live my days and deal with each one as it comes,
to walk the streets, to find a meal...until my life succumbs.
October 24, 2016
Premiere Contest: Panic At The Food Bank
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Iambic Heptameter - 14 syllables, 7 feet per line
plus internal rhyme
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The rain is falling hard outside
The wind is picking up
It's miles until we reach the next point
But we can't even think of giving up
This shelter is so rudimentary
It's only half killing the cold
The moon light above is shining brightly
I think it's time we took a hold
A body count sees that we are missing one
We go and look out at the fields
The fields look like black, uneven tracks
But our comrade may well be out there on his knees
Let's retrace our steps back to the previous point
Let's pretend the sun is out
Let's pretend we're off for a country walk
Let's do it now, right now!
We have to stick to watching backs and following the line
Until we find him we will walk no matter what the tide!
We won't be able to hear ourselves the wind is so strong now
The horizontal rain will hit our faces hard, we must protect our eyes!
100 metres and we do a check, to make sure we're all here
When we find our comrade we may well have to carry him back here
No rest now boys, no food, no drink, try to remember how strong willed you are
The wet cold fields and cruel weather vast will try to bring us to our knees
But this fight against the elements will be true and hard but we will win, we will win.
An injured, lost, soldier is out there now, and we will do this for him.
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Ozzie oh Ozzie
Ozzie was a Newfoundland dog
This dog was like a big ball of cushion
He had a body of a bear and innocent look of child
He was soft in and out, well crafted, black and white
He weighed around 150 pounds
He loved to run- he had the most majestic run
I loved watching him, took so many videos of him
Rewind a little step back......me as an adult
Coming to a new culture, I was very disgusted by how pets were treated
I was like - how can animals be treated better than humans?
I was confused and had a lot of "nice" things to say about this new pet culture
Rewind back........I was around 12
I got a beating from my brother for throwing cold dish water on one of our dogs
I was an angry teen
Rewind back, way back........around 7 years
Me and my sister cried so hard when we watched one of our brothers kill and bury little puppies
His reason being, we didn't have food to feed them and nobody would take them
I guess, population control
I was an innocent kid
Around same year or year after, we lost Tommy a beloved dog of the family that had been with us for years
His burial was in style, none like that in our village
We buried him like a human and even wrote an epitaph for him
We all loved him
Thank you Ozzie for taking the angry teen and the confused adult out of me
And bringing back the innocent kid
I will always love you, because of you my love for pets blossomed!
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for Jean Franco ?(March 15, 1907- April 15, 1992)
I
They opened his abdomen
found what they were not looking for though half-expected to see ?polyps enormous cancerous mush in lieu of and the rest that had given out on him
They said: if we had known we wouldn't have torn into his tripes?to see even the sample test told us as much but we did it for him he so wanted it done now we merely have to wait and see just how long it would take him to conk out without solid food to pass from his newly-grafted conduit
He was completely in their hands and hung on to their lips their every nod their plans for him and the use he had for their apprentis chirugiens sorciers
He kept his anger for his friends family telephone operators the aide-soignantes those he could intimidate with his age for he didn't know what they knew they wouldn't feel the hurt the slight for long the rankling umbrage sans riposte
He didn't mind all the inconvenience the constant waking to pass water the secluded room without tv without his wife to take it out on without the means to exude his usual referee's contempt of rules
In their hands he was the meek inept thing pleading with his eyes his entire body bent to their gaze of wonder of why he would so question going now then or even a little later
(Continued in Part Two)
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He slept in his car
in a park not to far
from where he lived
homeless, no food
making a way the best he knew
attended college
a degree or two
nevertheless lost everything
went down the fast hill
until one-day
he was handed a bag
he reached inside and laughed
food for the soul
oh no, it was a lot of money
wrapped in some foil
the person had left
as he hollered out
thank you, thank you
with a loud shout
as he stayed in this place
all elated, wide awaken
he invested in some land
helped other homeless
and did all that he can
he stands up tall
he shopped at the mall
a good meal, a great bed
as he laid his head
he purchased this home
and a nice car too
as he praised God
and cried out repeatedly
now he is this billionaire
as he is prosperous
he opened up a homeless shelter
for all homeless to stay in
now, he lives life
once again, he continues to pray
remembering those hard times
from day today
now he sleeps peacefully
plenty of meals to choose
working out at the gym
he has a great business
manages, and hires the homeless too
all of the co-workers
receives a bonus each year
from homeless to a billionaire
he supports and really cares
in his previous life before he became homeless
he was selfish and mean
to all of his family and his teams
now he is humble
realizes what he's become
that was not a dream
as he replied
now the old life was placed aside
from homeless to a billionaire.
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Being high:
on information,
a good dream,
or even a phase of one,
wishing upon a star to save your soul,
seeing both the best and worst of things, and enabling others to allow you to work with them,
forecasting the resignation of doubt for the next...
you are involved!
...of acquisition into the moment,
all famous men and women arrive,
they take from you just about nothing more than you cannot see an immediate resolution of the barrier,
Mary's lamb,
Lindon's Lawn
Jordan's cloak
I know, I know, I know,
insert the record and... record?
Nope,
it's all skip-
strobe,
even dope,
hold onto the dam thing like it's rope!
It's even as far fetched as consuming the entire bad guys ritualized despise,
no longer seeing anything,
and sinking of your own craft to vote,
VOTE!
As arrogantly easy as saying 'I like food, let me have it!'
Now you can't-
can't even own your hands,
have to have to despise something!
14 minutes ago you could have sworn to have understood!
Your own fire place full of wood!
burning into time,
eluding the variation of something only good.
If it had to have always been this much fight we went wrong some place before we even played with the sample-
eradication of mantle!
Controlled choreographs and a chest-full of pre-ambles,
stoic frolicking inside the greatest mechanism known to our kind,
made just for mind-
just for the size.
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This is not Miami, the real site
of the sea grape. This is a wannabe--
a biker town, a speedway town. Not
the fabled city of Dream Whip clouds
expressed into a flawless sky. Not
the cool Technicolor dawn when an aging
chick like me could still do her morning
run on Collins, come back home
to the high rise on the Intercoastal,
where in the mirrored lobby,
retirees lined up in their wheelchairs
along a wall to socialize, see
who comes and goes.
Here, in this faux paradise on a Friday,
morning mass is celebrated in anything but
Ordinary Time by a Bahamian priest in
a chasuble the color of winter rye. There are
no flowers anywhere, only trailing tropicals;
a graceful spider plant with its dangling
tentacles. An acolyte brings sacramental vessels
on a tray, as if to dinner in his own home
to an altar covered with a simple tablecloth.
Simplicity...in the elaborate setting of
the Saint John Basilica, Daytona Beach.
The real home of the sea grape
with its leaves like tennis table paddles
is where a husband hospitalized in Mia
with a failing heart valve lay in
the pre-surgery ICU fighting for breath
as an insensitive nurse brought food
on a tray no way he could eat.
The sea grape is a hardy tree
that reaches for the heights. My son
in Halifax Hospital is like that: a survivor
of surgery for a metal hip to replace
the one that failed. Bones---
nemesis of our family, meant to last
but do not. Unlike the sea grape
whose limbs grown longer,
stronger. Fail not.
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A man who you could call any day of the week and he'll be there in a flash
A believer in the heavenly father for his actions show he puts others first before his own
Pure love for his family and daughters who've grown to fine women in life
Loved his wife dearly and provided everything he could for he's so pure
Worked to the bone to provide for his family putting a roof over their head and food to eat
Easy to talk to and would give you clothes off his back to help another in need
His heart is and always will be pure like the blue skies above
He's my second father and in the mirror he's the splitting image of my own father
Not afraid to discipline when your acting out but it's all out of love
Teach you the error of your ways and guide you to make a better way
Wild in the days of his youth but as he grew he matured into a fine man
As an uncle, brother, father, cousin he's a man whose heart is pure as gold
He was an amazing deacon and did everything he could for the church till his last breath
For his love of the father was endless for all the amazing things he did in his life
And when you look into his children they're the splitting image of who he is
When you look at his wife she's the splitting image of his heart and purity
When you look at his family you see the splitting image of his love and dedication
For a man whose finally returned home and watching over from above
For a uncle who I'm proud who molded a family together through his actions and unyielding care
Uncle Sammy Curtis you always stay in our hearts and know you'll never be far from our minds
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Every love quote on the internet is about females and what we've got to do to deserve you
If we don't do this or that then we're not worth you
The world doesn't seem to realize us men have some worth too
Just incase you didn't know, Men get hurt too
Sadly females cheat just as much as men do
They've already got a plate of food, but are still picking off the menu
No one should cheat, but it appears only men get the blame
Quotes about how females need love, attention, time & affection, well us men need the same
I won't give my all to a girl if I'm only getting half back
She's not worth my attention if she can't accept I come with scars attached
Love is meant to be about bringing people up, not beating people down
But I'll only share my love in equal amounts
You shouldn't be in a relationship if you can't stay faithful or admit when you're wrong
I'll apologise for my mistakes, but I won't apologize just for a relationship to go on
I'll give my all plus more to a girl who does the same and sticks with me
But I won't give the world to a girl just because she's pretty
I love females, But us men deserve love, time, affection and attention aswell
But that isn't something love quotes on the internet tell
We get cheated on too, betrayed, heartbroken and we deserve better
Men and women should be equal in this so we need to start working together
Every love quote on the internet is about females and what we've got to do to deserve you
If we don't do this or that then we're not worth you
The world doesn't seem to realize us men have some worth too
Just incase you didn't know, Men get hurt too
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DOES SHE KNOW YOUR FAVORITE COLOR
OR WHEN YOU GREW UP WHAT YOU WANTED TO BE
DOES SHE KNOW HOW YOU LIKE TO SMELL
OR THE PLACES YOU WANT TO SEE
DOES SHE KNOW WHAT YOUD RATHER DO
WHEN YOU COME HOME ACHING AND SORE
DOES SHE KNOW YOUR STANCE ON LIFE
HOW YOU HATE CONFLICT AND WAR
DOES SHE KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE TO WATCH OR READ
OR DOES SHE KNOW YOUR FAVORITE FOOD
DOES SHE KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY
WHEN YOUR SICK OR IN A BAD MOOD
DOES SHE KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YOURSELF
YOUR INSECURITIES AND FEARS
HAS SHE SEEN THE SCARS
HAS SHE WIPED YOUR TEARS
DOES SHE KNOW YOU ARE EVERYTHING I BELIEVE IN
ALL THE BEAUTY AND COMPASSION IN THE WORLD I SEE
DOES SHE KNOW WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR
WHEN YOU SAY YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY
DOES SHE KNOW THAT YOUR KISSES USED TO BE MINE
DOES SHE KNOW THOSE I LOVE YOUS BELONGED TO ME
DOES SHE KNOW THE SOLACE THAT I BROUGHT YOU
WHEN I GENTLY STROKED YOUR HAIR WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP
DOES SHE KNOW YOU WOULD HOLD MY HAND IN BED
OR THE PASSION BEHIND YOUR EYES
DOES SHE KNOW THE DEPTH YOU HAVE
ALL THE EMOTIONS YOU CHOOSE TO HIDE
DOES SHE KNOW THE THINGS THAT TURN YOU ON
LIKE WHISPERING IN YOUR EAR
TRACING THE OUTLINE OF YOUR JAW WITH MY LIPS
OR GAZING INTO YOUR EYES IGNORING YOUR FEELINGS OF
INADEQUACY AND FEAR
DOES SHE KNOW THAT MY HANDS SHAKE
AND THAT I TOO HAVE SCARS
DOES SHE KNOW MY BODYS WEAK
THAT I AM PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY STARVED
DOES SHE KNOW MY KNEES TREMBLE
OR THAT MY HEART BREAKS
WHENEVER I HEAR YOUR NAME
OR EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR FACE
DOES SHE KNOW I'D DO IT ALL AGAIN
EVEN IF THE OUTCOME REMAINED THE SAME
EVEN IF I KNEW THE WHOLE TIME
AGAIN I'D PLAY THIS GAME
KNOWING I WOULD LOSE
I WOULD RELIVE THE AGONY OF DEFEAT
BECAUSE IN THAT TIME YOU LOVED ME
I'D NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE, I'D NEVER FELT MORE FREE
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