Jeremy Willson Poems

People are always so concerned about the distance
But it's only as far or as near as you make the expanse
That they are worried about, but what they don't realize
Is that distance is not measurable and I'm not wise
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We're just a couple of rejects and outcasts
Haunted by the ghosts of our pasts
We never knew that life would be so systematic
"Don't color outside the box", well imagination is what they lack
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The gloomy boy fell asleep under the old oak tree
He laid there with his cigarette between his lips, he felt free
But only in his dreams never in his dreary reality
He pushed away all the people who spoke to him playfully
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You can listen to my heart
Stare into my dark brown eyes
And betray a kiss on these lips
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I sat in front of your door
Criss crossed in the middle of the hall
Your apartment complex is so small
And theirs stains all over the floor
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Being Mexican/American is hard
Every white person asking me for my green card
All white people think I don't speak English
Every Mexican thinks I'm white and they hate me
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I may not be beautiful on the outside
I don't have straight teeth or perfect eyebrows
I have black dots all over my face that you can play connect the dots with
And I have thin bird lips that aint good for kissin
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The Guardians remain silent
Unless you're caught
Then they become violent
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What would you do if you were in my shoes?
Could you be able to tell from my facial cues
That I'm in love without a sense of direction
We're just two kids trying to have a little bit of fun
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I may not be everything you want
But I'd gladly give you everything I have
And I am not the perfect man
I'll make mistakes I hope when I do, you'll still hold my hand
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