Brittney Heck

I miss being your escape
and you being mine
I miss falling back on each other
through all the hard times.
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No one knows but Him
what will become of our souls
I suggest we pray
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The classic story
of when a boy met a girl
their love led to death.
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For the Cambodian boy who changed my life.

Little boy bare footed,
one who wears torn cloths,
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I can't ignore the pain of desire
and have no story to tell
of a life we built on lies
and pretend that love here dwells
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Like pieces of sky
the sun, the moon, and the stars
reflect in your eyes.
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Our unformed bodies
he saw before we were made
a beautiful thing.
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You are everything and nothing
all at the same time.
I gave up all of me
so you could be mine.
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Love is a choice of conscious minds,
a recognition of emotion
and a longing to find,
this deeper meaning
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This day I have dreaded for all of your life,
but now that you're of age, the truth is your right.
Although I have raised you, we have not the same blood.
To you I did not give birth, only my love.
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Under one condition
will we be alright -
tell me that you love me
and show me day and night.
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Green are my skies
with clouds made of candy,
orange grassy hillsides,
with yellow birds to enchant me.
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Therapy
is one persons trials,
Therapy
they say is so vital,
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The illusion of happiness all in one pill
riding the pain he caused her to feel.
She says 'They help me and I need them to live.'
But she used to be free, until he'd take and not give.
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In life there are people we think hold the key,
determining our thoughts and analyzing our dreams.
We tell them our problems, longing to be free.
Because they have all the answers...
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Own your life's desires,
and rise from the world's solitary direction.
Be visible for a lifetime.
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Lets go back in time
when Santa still existed
and life seemed less cruel.
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Who are they to judge
the things that I do and say?
Accept me for me.
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Someday we'll realize
that it's ok to believe
in all things unseen.
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Health is not my friend,
they say that I'm sick again.
When will it all end?
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