John Leon Poems

I used to own a paper plane
Long ago, it flew your way
I threw too short or not far enough
It brushed your hair and went away
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Know nothing 'cause I learned something new
Knocking nowhere 'cause it's me and it's you
Killing noone 'cause there's so very few
King's never coming back,
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How is it you've come 'round?
No mold was ever found
Nor maker to lay claim
To this priceless treasure, lost in name
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Throw in the towel,
Hes had enough
It's just a game,
Its been played before, I'm sure
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Cold consumes me at the tips
Of all my toes, my nose, my lips
Bitter taste of ripest lime
Locked behind tight skinny lines
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If I knew what I was doing,
Wouldn't need any help
Here by myself
Stuck in this ditch again,
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Your eyes, your eyes
See right through me
Your eyes, your eyes
Hardly knew me
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Before this is through,
I'd like to see you
One last time
I don't see much of anything anymore
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Mene
You don't know,
What you mean to me
I would trade,
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Morrow brings no joy
Yesterday no comfort
Today is but a coy incident
Unwelcomed
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