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a rhymeall good things seem to always come to an end,
i wish we could've been, the bestest of friends,
and now it only seems
i'll only see you in my dreams,
all the illusion,
inside i feel dead,
can't see straight ahead,
where did i go wrong
can i even write a song
of how i feel inside
every note that i cried
where do i belong
i'm lost within an endless song
i look around
no happiness to be found
now is my time
to write an endless rhyme
of my sad little life
and all of the strife
i stand out in the rain
but still i feel the pain
of happiness gone away
never to be seen another day
where it did go
i'll never know
this song is getting long
it goes on and on and on....
if you love somethinglet it go,
if it comes back it's yours.
if it doesn't, it never was.
i hate that saying.
i'll never let go of you jay.
even if it hurts me to the end of no repair.
there is no letting go,
you saved me. and i can't help myself but love you.
so i write countless poems and prose
to speak what i feel inside.
jay you saved me. when i felt like
i was going to die you made me feel alive.
when i was flunking school you
kept me going.
today, i can't put my feelings into rhyme,
i speak my heart straightforward.
no matter what happens you will always be dear to me.
no matter the slim chances, i will wait months and years
to see you again. patience is something i lack.
but i will try my best to learn.
you are dear to me. i'll never let you go.
everyday i run off to the forest to see you
and dance in the fields and rest in the ivy.
wherever i go you are with me.
i feel alone then i see you and all my worries fade.
i turn on the radio and sing love s
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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