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February 16, 2011

You don't know

You don't know what you don't know, you don't know.
When the sun is setting and the world is shutting down you don't know.
You just don't know.
You don't know.
When the streets are empty and the shops are closed you don't know.
When the lights go off and you close your eyes to dream you don't know.
You don't know.
You just don't know.
When the house is quiet and all is well you don't know.
You don't know.
What you don't know.
When you don't know.
What you don't know.
You'll never know.
I'll always love you.

February 16, 2011

Love is the thing on my window. With feathers and wings oh, so sure.

Love is the thing in the morning, that wakes me up at the dawn.
Love is the thing in my pocket, I’ll carry around till I die.
Love is the thing on my smile, I’ll never forget his laugh.
Love is the thing on my finger, it glistens and gleams in the sun.
Love is the thing on my shoulder, held strong and steady at once.
Love is the thing in my eyes, that dance as the sun goes by.
Love is the thing on my window, with feathers and wings so sure.
Love is the thing in the evening, as I fall asleep till dawn.


February 16, 2011

Two Wheat Stalks

When this smile fades away and the laughs have disappeared, when running through the fields is done, come the rising sun. When melodies have grown old and fraying at the seams, and when the last drink is gone the memories it seems; to drive away, to stave away a sick and hideous cough. One of the sorts, and kinds that laughs and scoffs at the loss. But you stay strong and you hold on until the very end. When one has seen as much as you they nor can more pretend. Or comprehend the faintest sign of light from within, that dark, dark cave, that whistles in the morn, which you will never run again through the fields of stone. And you will never laugh again or smile with the wind. Because it's gone, because it's done. But two tall strands bend in the breeze gazing at the sun. And there they stay and there they sway each nevermore to see, another day, another dawn together as you see.

February 2, 2011

What you see

You see me.
I see you.
But I don't see what you see in me.
You see more.
I see less.
You try, try, try.
And all you get is nothing.
Just negatives.
Just nos.
But you don't give up.
You won't give up.
You're too persistent.
And I feel bad.
But I just wish you would see,
I may be you're everything,
but you mean nothing to me.

February 2, 2011