The Days

The days are passing.
to quickly to see
there fading fast.
away for me.

The weeks months years
float away like bubbles
 look back through mirrors
but new days wash away troubles.

And every year the past fogs over.
farther and farther away
out of our reach
can't they stay?

"Don't grow up to fast"

A--- S.

Your eyes make me gag
your heart if full of sag
you smeel like a fart
with b---s from walmart!

i can hear you

i can hear you
cheering me on
singing that song

i can feel you
lifting my sorrows
making me feel whole

i wish i could see you
clear as day
telling those poems


"S----- super model"

the hurt

the hurt i feel is surreal
the pain it feels like dieing
i hear a shatter in my ears
it must be in my mind.
in over my head,
what must i do
to clear the fog
and get over you
you've done me wrong
 i should not be second to you
she should not be the crowbar
in our relationship
it means more than you know too.

ME

i am getting there
wadding through the muddy water of pain.
i will reach it
crawling through tunnels of hurt.
i will come to it
kneeling down at every stop.
it will have to come here
it must come through the pain
it will reach me
through the tunnels and the rain
it must come to me
never once stopping.

LOVE ???

What is Love?
A funny story?
A morning glory?

What is LOve?
Is a soaring bird?
Or is it just a word?

What is LOVe?
Me + You?
Just us two?

What is LOVE?
Is it melting snow?
Or just a show?

Love, LOve, LOVe, LOVE
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