I write this piece of note, feel so good
And the lights are off, oh why so dark?
So dark and they don’t see me crying
This is a piece of note for my friends
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Alone in the mirror when I huff
Away they stay, caged in mirage
Around the twelfth hour, I frown
for hose as when my lips ran dry
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Such a short note and its life
Such a short spot and its love
Have you been with God?
Did he show you the land?
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Young face, bright face
Shower praise, show face
Some stay, and few say…
Words that thrust hard
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Oldies, golden and byes in blues hurt
Wild dreams, hush thoughts oh, so
My sprawling mind in a fusty form
And baby, this is so shrewd…
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My brain shower thoughts like the rain
When this mind set its journey to the past
Alone, avid and vivid they become known
Red lights in the moonlight and cold gust
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For so long I’ve been wailing
In this dark caged space
And my wounds are not healed
So I will sleep here forever…
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That sky knows it all, from the start to end
In her eyes I see sparkling stars, charming
When these strings pitch a song to our past
Oh, the same dark blue sky in yellow shade
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I flew above stars to avoid the scar
And the scar never moved from its race
I sailed across streams to cross the graze
And waves never aid to pace the race
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This piece in C Sharp poked my feelings
Questions about the present & future
Her house was some miles from here
A flower, cherished for ages...
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