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Brown Eyes
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Brown Eyes
In his brown eyes, so warm and inviting,
I see a glimpse of the depth within,
A sense of peace that's ever-lasting,
In those gentle pools, where love begins.
They speak of stories long since told,
Echoing tales of joy and pain,
They hold the secrets of the soul,
In those eyes, where hope remains.
I find myself lost in their gaze,
Lost in a world of pure delight,
Lost in the beauty of his gaze,
In those eyes, so full of light.
And as I look into his eyes,
I feel a sense of being whole,
For in his gaze, my heart finds home,
In those eyes, that touch my soul.
So I'll cherish every moment spent,
Gazing into his eyes so pure,
For in them, I find my content,
In those eyes, so welcoming and sure.
I see a glimpse of the depth within,
A sense of peace that's ever-lasting,
In those gentle pools, where love begins.
They speak of stories long since told,
Echoing tales of joy and pain,
They hold the secrets of the soul,
In those eyes, where hope remains.
I find myself lost in their gaze,
Lost in a world of pure delight,
Lost in the beauty of his gaze,
In those eyes, so full of light.
And as I look into his eyes,
I feel a sense of being whole,
For in his gaze, my heart finds home,
In those eyes, that touch my soul.
So I'll cherish every moment spent,
Gazing into his eyes so pure,
For in them, I find my content,
In those eyes, so welcoming and sure.
Prison
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Prison
I reach out between ivory bars,
my eyes asking you ample.
Will you help me?
As you walk by the cells of the condemned,
I reach out,
grasping at the fabric of your life.
You wear it,
loose and flowing,
Aurora Borealis walks,
and I am grasping at the threads.
They slip through my fingers as you move on,
past the abandoned echo of my beating cell.
The light dims down the hall as you walk away,
and I am left with the thumping.
It reverberates,
it shakes,
the cracks crawl up the walls while
loose bits of concrete fall from overhead.
This neverending timpani of languishment,
that accelerates when I think of you and
lazes as you vanish from my thoughts.
my eyes asking you ample.
Will you help me?
As you walk by the cells of the condemned,
I reach out,
grasping at the fabric of your life.
You wear it,
loose and flowing,
Aurora Borealis walks,
and I am grasping at the threads.
They slip through my fingers as you move on,
past the abandoned echo of my beating cell.
The light dims down the hall as you walk away,
and I am left with the thumping.
It reverberates,
it shakes,
the cracks crawl up the walls while
loose bits of concrete fall from overhead.
This neverending timpani of languishment,
that accelerates when I think of you and
lazes as you vanish from my thoughts.
I
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Kindness was never his cup of tea,
I wonder why he chose to hurt me.
Sometimes, I look up at the stars and ponder;
Why do I only live when my mind wanders?
I wonder why he chose to hurt me.
Sometimes, I look up at the stars and ponder;
Why do I only live when my mind wanders?
Rearrange
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Rearrange
I wish I could rearrange
My organs inside out,
So you'd love me without doubt.
I'd swap my heart for a smile,
And my eyes for a tender soul.
I'd give you my lungs to breathe life into your dreams,
And my liver to filter out any doubts and fears.
I'd trade my voice for sweet words of devotion,
And my hands for a touch that soothes your emotions.
But alas, love cannot be forced,
Even with a heart transplant.
So I'll embrace the body I have,
And love myself as I am.
For the right one will come along,
And love me for who I truly am.
My organs inside out,
So you'd love me without doubt.
I'd swap my heart for a smile,
And my eyes for a tender soul.
I'd give you my lungs to breathe life into your dreams,
And my liver to filter out any doubts and fears.
I'd trade my voice for sweet words of devotion,
And my hands for a touch that soothes your emotions.
But alas, love cannot be forced,
Even with a heart transplant.
So I'll embrace the body I have,
And love myself as I am.
For the right one will come along,
And love me for who I truly am.
Ts + Kc
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Ts + Kc
Today would've been another day,
maybe just another day,
but a day you would've been
alive.
Some day,
maybe,
I can join you
if you remember me.
Know that night when you invited us over,
and we played games
and ate cookies?
Chances are,
you saved my life by inviting me over,
only for you to die
a few days later.
maybe just another day,
but a day you would've been
alive.
Some day,
maybe,
I can join you
if you remember me.
Know that night when you invited us over,
and we played games
and ate cookies?
Chances are,
you saved my life by inviting me over,
only for you to die
a few days later.
Terrible Things
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Terrible Things
Let's do terrible things to each other,
And watch as our love becomes smothered.
Let's break each other's hearts,
And tear our souls apart.
Let's revel in the pain and the strife,
And destroy what once was our life.
Let's do terrible things with no regret,
And see how much we can forget.
So in the end, we'll be left alone,
With nothing but the damage we've sown.
And watch as our love becomes smothered.
Let's break each other's hearts,
And tear our souls apart.
Let's revel in the pain and the strife,
And destroy what once was our life.
Let's do terrible things with no regret,
And see how much we can forget.
So in the end, we'll be left alone,
With nothing but the damage we've sown.
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The Sketch
Sketching and drawing, a girl so devoted,
To the boy that she has created.
A face and form that she has molded,
And with each passing day she's elated.
The strokes of her pencil, filled with emotion,
Painting a picture that's full of devotion.
Dreaming of a love that's all her own,
The girl's heart is now fully sown.
A beautiful boy, her muse to behold,
She cannot help but let her desires unfold.
Drawing, sketching, she can't get enough,
Falling in love with her own written stuff.
She creates a world, where it's just the two,
Where love and bliss, are all that she knew.
Creating a world, where it's just the two,
Where she can love him, and he loves her too.
To the boy that she has created.
A face and form that she has molded,
And with each passing day she's elated.
The strokes of her pencil, filled with emotion,
Painting a picture that's full of devotion.
Dreaming of a love that's all her own,
The girl's heart is now fully sown.
A beautiful boy, her muse to behold,
She cannot help but let her desires unfold.
Drawing, sketching, she can't get enough,
Falling in love with her own written stuff.
She creates a world, where it's just the two,
Where love and bliss, are all that she knew.
Creating a world, where it's just the two,
Where she can love him, and he loves her too.
I Dream of Him
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I Dream of Him
My nights are filled with dreams of him, a figure tall and strong,
Whose face I cannot quite discern, but still, I love him long.
In dreamy realms, we meet and speak, and share a heartfelt song,
Though I know not if he's real, his presence lingers on.
He reads me tales of wondrous things, of heroes and of kings,
Of dragons and of goblins, and of far-off magical things.
He tells me of his secret world, where all can spread their wings,
Where love is free, and hearts are filled with the beauty that it brings.
My love for him is far too deep, a feeling like no other,
Though I know our love must end when I wake from slumber.
For though I cannot hold his face, or feel his gentle touch,
I'm still in love with him and think of him so much.
Whose face I cannot quite discern, but still, I love him long.
In dreamy realms, we meet and speak, and share a heartfelt song,
Though I know not if he's real, his presence lingers on.
He reads me tales of wondrous things, of heroes and of kings,
Of dragons and of goblins, and of far-off magical things.
He tells me of his secret world, where all can spread their wings,
Where love is free, and hearts are filled with the beauty that it brings.
My love for him is far too deep, a feeling like no other,
Though I know our love must end when I wake from slumber.
For though I cannot hold his face, or feel his gentle touch,
I'm still in love with him and think of him so much.
II
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II
The flames devour my walls and floors
I feel their heat, their hungry roars
I am a house, but I am afraid
As the fire consumes, I am dismayed
My windows crack and shatter in fear
As the inferno draws near
I cry out for help, but no one hears
I am consumed by my own tears
The smoke chokes me, I can't breathe
I am the epitome of terror, I seethe
I long for safety, for someone to save
But I am just a house, destined for the grave
The flames dance and flicker, mocking my pain
I am the victim, the fire's cruel game
I am but wood, and stone, and steel
But I feel the terror, the burning that's real
So if you see a house in flame
Remember the terror, the horror, the shame
For I am more than just a building, you see
I am a living, breathing entity.
The flames devour my walls and floors
I feel their heat, their hungry roars
I am a house, but I am afraid
As the fire consumes, I am dismayed
My windows crack and shatter in fear
As the inferno draws near
I cry out for help, but no one hears
I am consumed by my own tears
The smoke chokes me, I can't breathe
I am the epitome of terror, I seethe
I long for safety, for someone to save
But I am just a house, destined for the grave
The flames dance and flicker, mocking my pain
I am the victim, the fire's cruel game
I am but wood, and stone, and steel
But I feel the terror, the burning that's real
So if you see a house in flame
Remember the terror, the horror, the shame
For I am more than just a building, you see
I am a living, breathing entity.
The First Time I Saw You...
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The First Time I Saw You...
The first time I saw you,
I thought you were a brat;
sitting there, drowning in that
massive fur coat.
I think I was jealous.
Very quickly, I looked forward
to seeing you each day at therapy.
We all wanted to get better but...
something about you,
something special within your being,
deserved to get better.
You taught me positivity,
you taught me kindness,
and how to be a good person
even when life was bad.
Thank you for checking in on me,
thank you for saying you liked my style,
thank you for helping me get better.
I look back and think often
about the first time I saw you,
and wish that I had not wasted
a single moment thinking
one bad thought about you.
I thought you were a brat;
sitting there, drowning in that
massive fur coat.
I think I was jealous.
Very quickly, I looked forward
to seeing you each day at therapy.
We all wanted to get better but...
something about you,
something special within your being,
deserved to get better.
You taught me positivity,
you taught me kindness,
and how to be a good person
even when life was bad.
Thank you for checking in on me,
thank you for saying you liked my style,
thank you for helping me get better.
I look back and think often
about the first time I saw you,
and wish that I had not wasted
a single moment thinking
one bad thought about you.
A Duckling Thought...
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A Duckling Thought...
A duckling thought a daffodil was its mom
So it plucked it, and wherever it did roam
It waddled close as it could be
In search of love and security
But the duckling found, with dismay
That the daffodil had withered away
So it plucked it, and wherever it did roam
It waddled close as it could be
In search of love and security
But the duckling found, with dismay
That the daffodil had withered away
In That Dream...
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In That Dream...
I had a dream where we were sitting next to each other,
You held my hand and whispered in my ear.
I felt electric, a current coursing through my veins,
Igniting a fire that burned with intensity.
In that dream, time stood still,
As if the universe conspired to give us a moment,
A moment where our souls intertwined,
Creating a connection that could not be denied.
Your touch sent shivers down my spine,
A gentle caress that awakened dormant desires,
And in your whisper, I heard a thousand love songs,
Melodies of longing echoed in my heart.
I could feel the warmth of your breath on my skin,
As you whispered words of love and devotion,
Each syllable a sweet symphony that danced in the air,
Creating a melody that only we could hear.
In that dream, I was lost in the depths of your eyes,
A vast ocean of emotions, swirling and deep,
I saw a reflection of our souls entwined,
Two spirits destined to share a timeless love.
But alas, dreams are fleeting,
And as I woke, I yearned to return,
To that moment where we sat side by side,
Where your touch set my soul on fire.
You held my hand and whispered in my ear.
I felt electric, a current coursing through my veins,
Igniting a fire that burned with intensity.
In that dream, time stood still,
As if the universe conspired to give us a moment,
A moment where our souls intertwined,
Creating a connection that could not be denied.
Your touch sent shivers down my spine,
A gentle caress that awakened dormant desires,
And in your whisper, I heard a thousand love songs,
Melodies of longing echoed in my heart.
I could feel the warmth of your breath on my skin,
As you whispered words of love and devotion,
Each syllable a sweet symphony that danced in the air,
Creating a melody that only we could hear.
In that dream, I was lost in the depths of your eyes,
A vast ocean of emotions, swirling and deep,
I saw a reflection of our souls entwined,
Two spirits destined to share a timeless love.
But alas, dreams are fleeting,
And as I woke, I yearned to return,
To that moment where we sat side by side,
Where your touch set my soul on fire.
