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Beer and WineIts been a year
Since I’ve seen your spine
But after the fourth beer
I could tell that you were mine
It was a sign
We met on the pier
Drank down the wine
Since then, its been clear
That we were on cloud nine
Bright like a chandelier
Till we lost our shine.
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
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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