We do all these gallant deeds
We write our own history
If I held the pen,
I'd rewrite the end.
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Said the man with the romance of thought in his eye
And the softest shimmer of a whispered sigh:
Get closer, love, count the stars in the sky
You can be an angel if you're willing to fly.
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Cloudy skies
That turn back time
Lovers' hearts
That intertwine
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You are my oxygen
I can't live without you
I'm slowly suffocating now
You've locked me out for the last time
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How can a bittersweet melody be so beautiful?
Perhaps because everyone can relate.
How can a tune that brings back memories of anguish,
One that I've lost touch with,
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Another day completed,
Another night ahead.
Concerns not yet defeated,
And hope, a corpse long dead.
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She looked on with accusing eyes:
She contemplated truth.
Her dreams, ambitions, vague perceptions,
He turned into soot.
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I'm caving under the pressure
The pressure to be perfect
No mistakes, no mistakes
I have to be flawless
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I wrote this awhile ago; it is dedicated to the victims of the Virginia Tech tragedy.
She sees all these pictures on the wall
She knows how easily they can fall
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This poem is still under revision, so suggestions are welcome. Right now it's just an expression of thought. It was originally a song, so it might sound a little incomplete in poem form.
It's so easy. Sneak out, start the car
Hit the Wal-Mart and you've gone too far
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