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I'm a wonder of
falling in love
fictional characters,
silver tongued people
my steeple
yet, I can't come to love
the one who is supposed to stand above
who's to matter the most
be my best friend and boast
I can't fall in love with me
I nit pick every flaw I see
and I watch all my mistakes
my sanity it takes
silent screams
silver streams
harsh words said to myself
falling like brooks from a shelf
so please do me a favor
pick me up,make me your favorite flavor
falling in love
fictional characters,
silver tongued people
my steeple
yet, I can't come to love
the one who is supposed to stand above
who's to matter the most
be my best friend and boast
I can't fall in love with me
I nit pick every flaw I see
and I watch all my mistakes
my sanity it takes
silent screams
silver streams
harsh words said to myself
falling like brooks from a shelf
so please do me a favor
pick me up,make me your favorite flavor
Literature
Unseen Redemption
Atested to time,
void's embrace.
Inside what may be,
time's limitless pace.
Abundance renowned,
a singular vision.
Distance presence,
united division.
Instinct abound,
abundant love.
In distant sounds,
of a white dove.
Resounding silence,
a touch of fate.
Instant redundance,
lucrative state.
A timeless honor,
in desperation astounds.
Vague whispers,
of void abounds.
Literature
Breaking the Schedual
Wake up, Shower, brush teeth, get dressed, make breakfast, bring mom food; she won't get up, wake up Sophie, feed her, get her ready (be quiet, we don't want to wake up dad), pack our lunches, take the back door (dad was hung-over in the front room), take Sophie to grade school, go to high school, Math, Science, Religion (what a bunch of crap), Lunch, Art, leave as fast as possible, pick up Sophie; mom never will, take her home (we can use the front door, dad's already at the bar), make supper, help Sophie with her homework, put her to bed, do own homework (in my room; dad comes home at eleven), go to bed, let Sophie crawl into my bed (anothe
Literature
Salvage
Without you I felt haunted.
You were my other half.
Every time I made you laugh
I thought about how I wanted
To make you laugh forever.
I wasn't getting better
As you stood undaunted
In the face of grief.
Now I stand in disbelief
As you find yourself in love
With me again.
And not pretend!
It seems you've sort of
Fallen for me in the same way
As you did the other day.
I'm compelled to think of a dove;
One in the hand,
Or else I'm damned.
I believe that's how it goes, is it not?
So I'll remind you what love's about
By picking you up, dusting you off,
Hoping that you'll be soft--
One more heartbreak might sprout
Some evil in my soul,
Turn me
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