Jeff Law Poems

When I was just a youngster
Aged thirteen
I did believe
My English teacher was a monster
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You know the feeling that you get, when your eyes first meet
From the time that happens to when you’re both sharing between the sheets
You know you’ve met that special girl, you know you are complete
If the relationship is a race to win, you always will compete
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Love is like fishing
It’s a kind of sport, try it and you'll see on what you’re missing
Once caught, it’s all hugs and kissing
And memories of when it happened, reminiscing
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If I had a butterfly for every feeling I felt for you
I could fly past the sun, around the stars and lay upon the moon
But every time I see you, my wings get slightly torn
And my dreams slip away as my flight comes back down
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Break up diary “Look into your heart, this is what I have to offer”
I’ll do anything within my powers, I’ll wait a hundred days and I’ll wait a thousand hours
I’ll do the “she loves me, she loves me not” whilst picking leaves of your favourite flowers
I’ve got to be strong, and keep holding on; I mustn’t be weak and certainly not a coward
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Case rested, water tested
Time invested, myself neglected
Inspected, results are unaffected
Leave me unattended, is something not recommended
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Thanks to my friends,
For putting up with our questions
And what to say and how to say it
And our continous suggestions
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I think of you, a million fireflies they light up my heart just like a prism
A link with you, every second we connect, it feels like my emotions are locked in a prison
The fireflies, ignite with passion when I hear your voice calling out for me
If I could destroy the bars, I’d make this moment ours, just the way it’s meant to be
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The morning dawns from the news that my once best friend has administered the final dosage
A tingle from the bruise, as the tip of the blunt injection finishes me off from the person I grew closest
Violated and abused, with lies and stories with deceiving truths, the poison fills my veins and the fight I begin to loose
Empty the needle and confess, but you fed me venomous in parts, sparing me no less than a decent goodbye, stab a sneer at my heart, leave me broken into two
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Take me to the dropp off
I’m pretty sick of being this tool
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