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Stolen LoveThe days linger by without your voice,
Everyday I check the obituaries
Is this your choice?
Ive been told before to not overreact,
So I’m trying my best
I know everybody needs a break now and then
Was I being a pest?
I love you.
The million dollar question remains unsolved
Are we over?
Has our love already dissolved?
I’ll keep writing letters
Till death takes me
DepressionI am suffering from depression.
Every stitch I crochet is a sad thought.
These chains last for miles.
I often sell them but the money doesn't help the depression.
Some chains are created from suicide thoughts.
I keep crocheting chains to hopefully fill the hole in my heart.
But alas, material objects cannot fill holes.
One day, a goddess comes by to admire my melancholy creations.
Her eyes are of emeralds.
She asks me why I am depressed.
I just simply put a finger to my mouth and say shh.
People will usually walk away when I do this.
But she follows suit.
I am shocked.
Finally someone who understands.
You can continue to be depressed and I cannot cure that.
She cuts off a piece of her gorgeous hair.
However, use this hair for your next creation.
She put her finger to her lips and shushes again.
I do the same and we exchange goodbyes.
She leaves and I take a closer look at the shimmering hair.
I know exactly what to make from it.
Arming myself with my hook, I start crocheting away at th
Chasing YesterdayWhen I meet somebody
For the first time
We would chat for hours
Talking about something different
For a few days
But after that time
Theres nothing left
I wish we could go back to the beginning
And keep repeating
So we would never run out of things
To talk about
I keep chasing yesterday
So we could talk
The laughs gone
Finding something new about that person
Its more fun
Learning more of a stranger
Than being stuck
In the same moment with a friend
I could move on
But for some reason
I want to stay with the same person
Even though there’s only
Hey and whats up
I hope not
Fortunate FoolI thought I struck pyrite
While I really discovered the real thing
I was ignorant
To miss something
In front of me
You're the orchid of the flowers
The peacock of the birds
The eighth wonder of the world
I must bid you adieu
And hope that you will discover
The person that deserves you
Free FallI am free
Because I fell
Wishing I could flee
Into a hell
That you get well
Please enjoy some tea
While I yell
I wish we could ski
And listen to Adele
Disturb some bees
Their buzz is so swell
But after a while you will need to find a key
So we can get out of this hell
Color InThere exists a world
Consisting of only colors
As magical as a dream
The grass is of electrifying emerald
The sunflowers are dripping of goldenness
It appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colors
Your hair flows of fiery oranges
Your lips are a perfect mixture
Of bold scarlet
And bloody crimson
An artist’s masterpiece
Until he smears it with his paintbrush
This TimeThis Time, Can I trust you?
This Time, Will there be pain?
This Time, Should I believe you?
2738 clocks ticking in my brain
Delivering a message
My time is running out
Should I just gamble my heart again
After all, we don’t last forever
957 birds pecking at my heart
Shredding it into a hundred pieces
After all, it will not hurt when you break my heart again
There is a silver lining to everything
You see, here’s the deal
I don’t want to feel like I’m fenced in again
I want to be a free bird
Not the one lingering on the wires waiting for something to happen
This Time, Be the one that lets me loose
Not the one that grasps me tight
Be the one.
Be the one.
Be the one.
FlyA bird trapped in a jar
Break free and fly
Travel to somewhere far
I whisper goodbye
Please don't come back
The pain is to much to bear
Your heart has turned to black
I’ll be the one waiting on the wire
For someone else to come by
Watching as I tire
The time is endless as pi
I stand alone out in the rain
While I picture you with a daisy chain
Lets eat some chow mein
Before I go insane
Drink our nights away with champagne
You're the remaining memory in my left brain
Candy canes laced with cocaine
We are all linked in the same chain
Yet not even on the same plane
Lets run away to Spain
While we are still sane
Our eyes cant handle the strain
After watching the rain
Memories either stain
Or wash away down the drain
We drive in the fast lane
You can barely contain it
But you don't even complain
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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