Marco Jimenez Poems

why can't family be family again
we used to always be friends
we used to huddle together
whenever we got scared
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I look in the mirror

it swirls
swivels
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ill fight for you i swear
ill protect every stand of hair

ill bleed and give you my blood
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you've been stabbed in the back
you've been pierced through the heart
you've always been under attack
you've never had a good start
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i live each day by the hour
sometimes on the tip of a string
i live close to death
i live damn near everything
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the thing that connects us to our high school past
is what we remember
whether its the heat of August
or the cold of December
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in the right days
and the right times
with just enough nickles
and just enough dimes
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my eyes cry a million tears
my heart feels many fears
my mind feels so alone
my life feels like there's nothing left
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we see you more than you see us
and we know it better than you think

we are the strongest among you
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have you ever wanted something
something not for your eyes
something of beautiful tears
something of beautiful lies
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