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Moody Love

Fickle as a flower

I love you, I love you not.

Changing by the hour,

My feelings are victims of over thought.

 

One day I was under your spell,

Your image on my mind.

It happened so quick I couldn’t tell.

Love’s light made me blind.

 

Another day I couldn’t care less.

You blend in among the crowd.

I see no reason to obsess

And I show it clear and loud.

 

Love is moody, it wants its way.

It changes my mind everyday.

I feel a pang as you pass and then I shrug.

Sweep my feelings under the rug.

 

Control is lost.

I hold myself back.

So I pay the cost,

My love story goes off track.

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Your one and only

The suns last beams drizzle across the sky.
The summer wind passes you by.
Calm and centered you gaze on into the sunset
And take in this memory you won’t forget.

Times are better when you share with another.
You know in your darkest times you have each other.
The way he looks at you gives you butterflies.
You’re a captive audience to the love in his eyes.

So on that summer day that you are together,
You know now that this can really be forever.
This spellbinding magic is one of true beauty.
You’ve found your true love; your one and only.

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Loveaholics Anonymous

Drinking from the bottle that is you

Ive been wasted in your love.

Tell me darling what am I supposed to do?

To push you down and rise above

 

Loving you was heroin. loving you was ecstasy.

Baby I’m an addict. I need the rush you give to me.

Getting high off the thought of your memory.

Just one touch and you fill me with energy.

 

Building up the idea of you

I spent my days and all my nights.

I just needed to hear you wanted me too

But your statue took a fall.

 

The pain, the high, the overdose

Your love had me in its control

So I kept on going and now I’m close

To having your love take its final toll.

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Meet and Greet: 10/8/16

Dream Big, Dream Often

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Papa

Papa, it’s funny how I can’t remember sunny days.

Oh you’ve been so long set in your ways.

Oh papa, I can’t bear to see your face

After all of your disgrace.

 

Papa, don’t you know how to treat a woman?

I can no longer see you as human.

My mama weeps till she can’t breathe.

Those sounds they make my blood seethe.

 

Papa, how can you look us in the eye?

After you’ve drained us all dry.

Oh papa, what more could you possibly want?

You’ve already got our carcasses to flaunt.

 

But papa, it’s time for me to take a stand.

You died for me the moment you raised that hand.

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Worth

What am I worth to you?

Do you measure me in pennies or in gold?

Am I precious? Am I rare? Or am I only worth a toss?

If I were to leave you would it be a gain or a loss?

 

Or maybe you measure me in smiles and laughs,

The way I slave to lift you up.

Maybe it’s how many good memories I can provide you.

But when it turns bad would you not want me beside you?

 

Perhaps you measure me by the hand of the clock

Which I do race against to see you by every hour.

All the nights I sell away to sing you sweet lullabies

Perchance I was to leave, would your hourglass continue to flow?

 

But the tragedy of the situation remains

That I will always look to you and all the other yous

To determine what my worth is

Because these eyes don’t see it.