Saint Cynosure Poems

You temp me so to change my ways,
like a leaf true does change color.
But also they do fall away,
so the tree can bloom another.
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I want to hold and kiss her,
but all I do is miss her.
I'm tortured everyday,
for she's so far away.
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Flesh of black and skin of blue,
pictures of a color.
Like a soup that is a stew,
so different from the other.
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I'm the push to force a wind,
the lift of up and down.
The world is lost with in its spin,
as I go round and round.
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I sit alone inside my room,
around the paint of ugly.

Aware to me at all to soon,
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Mad about me,
mad about you,
mad about lies,
mad about truth.
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Mother just how is it said,
your ways of love within my head,
a child thats placed upon a bed,
with no sleep to be had.
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A gasp for breath,
a silent moan,
burbled underwater tones.
My evil has of yet not shown,
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I am torn in pieces two,
cast upon the floor its true.
Unabled to fixed by glue,
just filler for the land.
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There are pieces of me everywhere,
scattered about like sitting chairs.
Written down on paper squares,
shaped by the curves of letters.
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