Fire In JuneDo you remember the nights we had? I do, and I can never forget We would kiss until we forgot what ' hurt' felt like Like no one had ever let us down before and never would again We would sleep like sleep had more purpose than being awake Like the world we knew was never really there There's something about JuneFire In June
That I'll always cherish now I know something that I no longer needed in my life Was burned up during that time Something that was holding me back Was turned to ash, and you may not have seen But a phoenix was rising behind the pupils of my eyes Maybe it wa
Obsidian I recall a time when I once believed That someone else would be all that I needed I still see it in the faces of ubiquitous young lovers Bound by a golden thread not yet threatened by time Imagining no day but today, while planning for eternity Having no genuine concern for how long that truly is And I would never discourage them from their illusions Nor attempt toObsidian
Shelf LifeIt's ten o'clock on a Thursday night While he whispers into the air Reminding himself of tales of love That never took him anywhere He's placed his heart in one hundred hands A little darker each time it returned A part of him thought he should throw it away If he had, what would he have learned Through times and changes that would make most ill After seas had covered sands It would have been such a wasted life Had the lessons slipped through his hands Though some crazy thing we assume is love Made him wonder what it was for He realized after Time held him cloShelf Life
DandelionWhy can't we tell each otherDandelion
About our own realities Our wants and needs And all that lies between What are we afraid of The past, the present or the future Is it the combination of the three That makes us feel In places deeper than a knife could go A sense of fear at the threat of possible happiness Keeping our mouths shut Whether it hurts to keep silent or not You won't tell me I won't tell you We'll wait forever if we must And so the seed head will drift farther
And farther away Until that flower grows
Somewhere else in the world
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PEACE†LOVE†CHEERS
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I've been called rascally, treacherous and tricky but I am, if I do say so myself a lovable sort of fellow...
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I guess your mind, is not yours to design...but all you need is time, to find your space and false light...
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