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How do you do
I'm okay. How are you
I'm doing great
Okay, that's nice
Have a nice day
TimeToo much time
Not enough time
All around time
I have lost time
I wonder where time went
May be in time
I'll find time
But in the meantime
I need some me time
From the eaves
They fall in and hit me
They think i cant hear them.
Learn to speak softly
Or dont speak at all
1This is my town.
I know that’s been said before, but its true.
Most people think it belongs to the millionaires, or the mayor, or the president.
But they’re wrong. Because neither the millionaires the mayor or the president has walked through every street, every alley, seen every building, roamed the city circle, made friends with the parks, or seen what people do when they think no one’s watching.
I know this city better than I know my best friend; heck, I could say the city is my best friend.
It’s the people in it I don’t exactly agree with.
They think they know everything
That they’re safe in “their town”
They know nothing
You’re not safe until you know you home, the pests, and the residents
These people think they’re safe, they are not safe.
They made one simple mistake, they forgot about me.
My BeatThis beat
A heart beat
A smart beat
Beating at my feet
As I walk through these streets
The memories so sweet
A place I have known
A place of my own
Of my own
That Ol' poemThe ol' brick wall.
this is the wall.
that is keeping me from succeeding.
my dreams are in wonderland.
where as i am stuck in Indiana.
you are the salesman who sold me the key.
the key to the kingdom.
the key to my freedom.
this is the road.
made from yellow bricks.
these are the monkeys.
that play dirty tricks.
i look up high.
the time is near midnight.
and there is my dream.
if you want details.
you may get them soon.
but the sky's not the limit.
because right now,
i'm on the moon.
Silence.A sweet harmony.
A soft sound.
Not there yet.
Can't be picked up.
Darkness all around me.
I stand there, looking into the darkness, wondering the same thing over and over.
Still peering into the darkness.
I see it.
All around me.
The truth overwhelms me.
Why not me?
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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