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If life is ripe for the taking
why do our hearts keep breaking
since no one can find the meaning of life
why do we bother living through all the strife
Do we really enjoy
living with only pain
watching every girl and every boy
passing underground only touched by constant rain
Do we seek answers
to questions we can't comprehend
no but we submit to cancers
and other diseases around every bend
So can we find life's meaning
in the depths of the rain or the sun
like towards where the sunflowers are leaning
for I don't want to live without one
So maybe there is a way
to make life seem better
maybe you just need to look where I say
maybe like at life's second letter
why do our hearts keep breaking
since no one can find the meaning of life
why do we bother living through all the strife
Do we really enjoy
living with only pain
watching every girl and every boy
passing underground only touched by constant rain
Do we seek answers
to questions we can't comprehend
no but we submit to cancers
and other diseases around every bend
So can we find life's meaning
in the depths of the rain or the sun
like towards where the sunflowers are leaning
for I don't want to live without one
So maybe there is a way
to make life seem better
maybe you just need to look where I say
maybe like at life's second letter
Literature
A Special Kind of You
You have a special kind of presence
Welcoming emerald leaves
All wrapped up in shimmering light
With dappled waters below
Singing tunes that vibrate off the mountains
And ring to the skies above
In areas of nothingness
You Shine
Literature
When We Were Special
I remember days
When the world was new
And the stars lived their lives in beautiful formation
When we knelt to kiss the buttercups
And rubbed dandelion juice across our pale, paper-thin eyelids
To stain them the color of sunshine
Days when we knew our places
In the shimmering galaxy that burned with life and love
I remember warm skin:
Not the kind that ached to be slashed and then shed
So that we could finally escape
The slender, sticky spider web ropes
In those days we ran through headstones
Our small feet painted with mud and toenail polish
Stomping over the dead
And disturbing the sleep that they worked so hard for
Without
Literature
When You're Gone
When you leave, I hurt
I cannot help it, nor do I want to,
Me loving you this much is what you deserve
Were there any doubts,
About how each of us feels,
How we feel right now, proves it is real
When you're gone, I feel empty,
I feel alone, and I feel scared,
And yet I still feel the same happiness I do when you're there
These days and nights, they cannot be avoided,
But knowing this doesn't take away the pain,
Still, it's a small price to pay for the choice in love we've made
When you're gone, I feel lost, I feel black,
And the one thing, the only thing, that saves me,
Is that I KNOW you're coming back
You will come back, I kn
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Bouncing thoughts around, needed to let some steam out.
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Sometimes you have to wait a long time to finally get what you want huh?