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Dan Lundahl Poems
I've fallen for your personalities so extreme, You're beautiful, you're sweet, you're so supreme, You've put a spell on me, not helpful, but a curse, My hearts anti-system is on disperse.
I'm the fish soaring around the lake in stream, I'm the perfect lover, found in your best dream, I'm the voice in your head telling you no, I'm the flowers on the lawn, that you blindly sow.
Turn Back Time
I've commit sins and crimes to the end of the road, What comes to guilt, I carry an enormous load, I am very warmhearted, and I am always acting sweet, But that once in a while, I rudely raise from my seat.
Slowly I see these tainted black and red signs, All these encryptions of rageful designs, Enhancing both fists, shoulders and spines, Slowly being entrapped by hateful vines.
I'm hearing your words over and over again, Striking me swiftly, before returning to your den, You say I'm the only one who's mistaken here, Trying to imprison me, within your flawless prison sphere.
Do you have a lot on your mind, to say? Are many things, obstacles, getting in your way? You need to surpass the many flaws of this vivid phase, No matter how much pressure, work and how many days.
So you're stuck in the past, You find that relationships just don't last, That's just a start of the phase, Your heart's feeling flays, and it's on a blaze.
I guess I never saw life, like you do, I guess I don't see you, as my one true, I guess I didn't care enough, to make it real, I guess I never felt, the way you feel.
You go to bed at night, When you fall so deeply asleep, There's no such thing as light, For I, in your Nightmares do creep.
I was laying a night, My arms open wide.. Is life as delight, As to live for pride..
I was once referred to as the pure, A slight taste, of the worlds cure, Always held knowledge of my abouts, They came to me, if full of doubts.
There's one way, there's the other, There's to do, there's to not bother, There's to fall, there's to fly, There's to know the answer, there's to question why.
I'm jealous to the bone, I can't let you go out with the guys, It's a stupid feeling I can't get rid of, But honey, that's what's causing my cries.
Even for… Every single tree in the world to spring, Every single door in the world to go through, Every single flower in the world to bloom,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I've fallen for your personalities so extreme,
You're beautiful, you're sweet, you're so supreme,
You've put a spell on me, not helpful, but a curse,
My hearts anti-system is on disperse.
I'm locked to this floor, I can't escape,
I'm tied down, with glue and tape,
I'm wishing all I can just to be free,
Through this hazy mist I cannot see.
I'm deeply possessed by your control,
It's like I'm falling deeper and deeper in this hole,
You were so sweet and you were so fine,
Now all I see is you tricking me, so you can me entwine.