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I thought I'd tell you,
That you blow my mind,
Get it out of the way,
Cause it saves time
And this...
Is how...
You do it...
The way you sigh,
The way you scream,
Every single time,
Sucks the air out of me
The way you laugh,
The way you cry,
The way you taste,
When you kiss me good-bye
And I...
Can't sleep
Because you...
Haunt my dreams
And this...
Is how...
You do it...
The way your fingers glide,
Through your hair,
I could watch for hours,
And not even care
The light in your eyes,
And your smile,
Make all the little moments,
So very worthwhile
And I...
Can't sleep
Because you...
Haunt my dreams
And this...
Is how you do it!
You make me want to hold you,
In the rain!
And I don't care if I die,
It's worth the pain!
The way you move,
I swear you glide!
And I am giving in to this...
This thing I have denied...
Because I...
Can't sleep
And you...
Haunt my dreams
And that's how you do it!
jlp July 14, 2009
That you blow my mind,
Get it out of the way,
Cause it saves time
And this...
Is how...
You do it...
The way you sigh,
The way you scream,
Every single time,
Sucks the air out of me
The way you laugh,
The way you cry,
The way you taste,
When you kiss me good-bye
And I...
Can't sleep
Because you...
Haunt my dreams
And this...
Is how...
You do it...
The way your fingers glide,
Through your hair,
I could watch for hours,
And not even care
The light in your eyes,
And your smile,
Make all the little moments,
So very worthwhile
And I...
Can't sleep
Because you...
Haunt my dreams
And this...
Is how you do it!
You make me want to hold you,
In the rain!
And I don't care if I die,
It's worth the pain!
The way you move,
I swear you glide!
And I am giving in to this...
This thing I have denied...
Because I...
Can't sleep
And you...
Haunt my dreams
And that's how you do it!
jlp July 14, 2009
Literature
The Feather
One day she found a feather,
a single white feather, laying on the ground.
Without hesitation she bent down,
carefully holding it between two fingers,
as if it would break if she pressed too hard.
She tells herself it's because it looked pretty,
but the real reason she took it is because it reminds her,
reminds her of that which she lost once,
but is regaining now;
Freedom
A lost feather,
no longer part of a whole,
and not yet a part by itself,
but she gave it purpose,
by making it a part of her,
a symbol for her future.
With it, she writes the words she couldn't find before.
With it, she flies to explore new possibilities.
Literature
Microwaveable Break Ups
Fill white carton of healing properties
With contaminated tap water.
Pop into microwave for 1:45;
Wait impatiently for an apology.
Take out, one second before the
"Beep, beep, heartbeat" sounds.
Optional Add hot sauce/bitter words that were left unsaid for too long
And enjoy** the harsh reality.
**CAUTION: HOT!
Handle with care, especially when an
Utter mess.
Literature
wont
pain slides down
my back like
the hands of
a hated lover
one with whom
I'm so familiar
that I know
to dread
his
coming
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"You make want to hold you,"
"you make me want to hold you"?
"you make me want to hold you"?