M.L. Bennett Poems

Our love is like the dried rose
No life left inside
All color is faded
But looks the same as when it died
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Little Bird, my Little Bird
Soar away on the wings of your dreams
But when morning comes, fly home to me
So I can tell you good morning
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I'm a fish beneath the sea
Swimming in these troubled waters
And I just can't seem to breathe
Swimming fast as I can go
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Make me a promise
Swear me a vow
Tell me it'll all be fine somehow
I'm in it for all
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Envied could be the seasons
Ever changing without a hurry
They know what's next and is to come
Like all immortals, the future is no worry
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