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JUST HANG WITH ME
I want to touch your smile, the way it touches me,
I want to know you and dream of the possibility,
I want to hold your hand, like the innocence of a child,
And I want to feel your passion, so feral, so wild,
It’s everything about you that I so very much crave,
Yet I’m trying to keep poise, while riding this wave,
But I know that there are times when I will fall,
Because I will get frightened by the gravity of it all,
Just hang with me, even though I’m prone to mistake,
Be assured my feelings are far from anything fake,
I need you and I’m almost certain you need me too,
I know it’s crazy, but what else are we supposed to do?
-brad
I want to touch your smile, the way it touches me,
I want to know you and dream of the possibility,
I want to hold your hand, like the innocence of a child,
And I want to feel your passion, so feral, so wild,
It’s everything about you that I so very much crave,
Yet I’m trying to keep poise, while riding this wave,
But I know that there are times when I will fall,
Because I will get frightened by the gravity of it all,
Just hang with me, even though I’m prone to mistake,
Be assured my feelings are far from anything fake,
I need you and I’m almost certain you need me too,
I know it’s crazy, but what else are we supposed to do?
-brad
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A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
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I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
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Excuses
He sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui
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