They try to pick you up
And slap you in the face
Kick you in the head
Nobody deserves a perfect nose
But the one you had grows
On you
Atleast
In the mirror
When you smile everyone does
Paint the streets in love
And celebrate the endings
Wave your flags and shopping bags
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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