Heather Taylor

do thoughts of me exist
in my fathers mind?
are there unclear answers
he'll never ever find?
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a young mind, restless and tired
an old heart barely beating
and long past retired
green eyes are open wide yet
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this pen i hold
is my voice
what it says
is not only my choice
with a strong mind
all on it's own
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i am quite talented
and artistic to speak
and my heart is more,
so much more than bleak
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so i've got scars inside
and old tracks on my arm
but i really am sweet
and mean no harm
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i know she says these things only because she's crazy. often times come that want to make us lazy. sometimes that seems to only stand in my way. all i can do is stand by and wait for time to become another day.
in the end comes death, that one thing we all seem to share.
only when we start to fade away is it that people become aware. i'll cry another tear, and down my face i'll let it slowly slip.
i am patiently and sadly waiting for the doctor to write that next script. i need him to send me on my way with that next fix.
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A new day, a new month
and another new year
the date i forget
but it's cool without a career!
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something always seems
to catch my eye,
like you quickly did
with that first 'hi'
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i entered into foster homes
in 2001
after two days
i was kicked outta the first one
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a young mind, restless and tired
an old heart barely beating
and long past retired
green eyes are open wide yet
...

the love i feel for you
grows stronger everyday.
you still, to this day,
make my heart speed up, the butterflies in my stomach
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fiona sophia,
she'll be beautiful
just like me
but il reaise her right
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another day another dollar
another phone call
another sentance ignored
so now you have to hollar
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try to figure me out
it wont work
see what im about
or how i lurk
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what are you thinking
as of right now?
are your thoughts a mere image
of mine somehow?
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eyes wide shut
fiercely slam open
as you smell the gasoline
in which you've been soaking.
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im sitting outside
being bored in this chair
im so used to it
that i should no longer care
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close your tired eyes
small child of mine
let your private thoughts
and lonely path intertwine
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hybrid lily oh where did you come from?
your beauty helps to comfort me when i am lonesome.
your bright colors passionately intertwine;
if it wouldn't kill you, i would pick you to make you mine.
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'wipe the tables
sweep your floors'
do this, do that
'then windex the doors'
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