I breathe but I don’t breathe your air.
I’m compassionate but I don’t care.
I speak but I not your dialect.
I’m here but tricky to detect.
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I suppose I don’t know why
But at the same time, I do.
You can accept it or deny,
Either way, it’s up to you.
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I’m seated upon a park bench,
One hour into a new day.
With each minute, I’m another inch
Further and further away.
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You were a pleasant dream,
A blessing as I slept.
You were a gentle stream,
Right through my heart, you crept.
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Detach your self,
Isolate your mind.
Let nature and soul
Perpetually bind.
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Hard times arise, as we all know,
Summer turns to a blizzard of snow;
But through it all, I’ll never let go,
My sweet Amalie.
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Rochelle, I cried for you last night.
Your news torn my shield to shreds.
Faint images of black and white
Dulled the colors in my head.
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There he stands below the beam,
The glowing ray, the golden stream,
The same as every night.
Like in a horrid midnight dream,
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Bend me cause you think I’ll break,
Mold me like I’m clay,
Bruise me for your own sake,
Then simply throw me away.
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The wind spins, the rain falls,
The phone rings from late night calls.
It’s futile asking “why? ”
The crickets chirp, the wolf cries,
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