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I started having fun with this and making it rhyme and stuff, but it wasn't like i was planning on that.
GlanceIt’s a shame,Glance
That you spilt your drink… It’s a shame, That your heart is turned torwds the world. If only you had said that, if only you felt anything.
Hi I’m me, and your you. Let’s dance under the moonlight, Or hold hand in the grass.
Yes she is evidently in your mind, But she has drifted away, And I am drifting in.
When my eyes are shut tight I see your face. I lean on the wall while you walk tall. I keep quiet when you fill the silence.
I am not her. I am not deep like her. I do not have a
My Glass SlipperThe rain fell down. Spattering the ground, the buildings, and my feet. Converse soaked by muddy water.My Glass Slipper
Carried away by tight jean people. Across clogged streets and wet pavement. You were simply lost to the crowd.
My hair dripped as your name was released from my lips. Worrying like I so often did. Over you, a guy just barely met.
Your hood was spotted amongst the downpour. As we came closer to each other, the wind began to blow. Like a hand gently pushing us.
Right outside the comfort of warm four walls, I asked you a question. It
The CurbSitting on the curb, watching the cars pass by. In my hands is a letter, torn and worn. In my heart is your face, hurt and kind. My mind is stuck in the past, the future seems lost.The Curb
My hair is pulled back, wisps blow in the wind. A car pulls up, the guy inside offers a ride. I take the hand, strong and used. His eyes welcome the future, his smile embraces the past.
The engine purrs, as my mind stirs. We pull away; a simple message is lost to the breeze. I hope one day you find it, buried beneath the dirt. That old piece of paper, lost for some time.
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Once Apon A TimeThe smiles you once sent, Have grown to an end.Once Apon A Time
The simple words that meant so much,
Have blown away with the dust.
The small gap i could have crossed, Has become an endless field where I am lost.
The heart i was willing to give, Is still trying to live.
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"...after all, you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal...which is what you are."
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"...after all, you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal...which is what you are."
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