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My feet have carried me to many places,
My eyes watch all the passing faces,
Still my heart looks for a girl,
With compassion and grace,
For my arms to embrace,
Sadly enough, she continues to remain
Elusive,
So out of touch with my feelings, my perception becomes
Inconclusive,
I know she is out there,
Only in time, will I know where,
Sometimes,
Believing in destiny,
Seems to get the best of me.
- Steve
My feet have carried me to many places,
My eyes watch all the passing faces,
Still my heart looks for a girl,
With compassion and grace,
For my arms to embrace,
Sadly enough, she continues to remain
Elusive,
So out of touch with my feelings, my perception becomes
Inconclusive,
I know she is out there,
Only in time, will I know where,
Sometimes,
Believing in destiny,
Seems to get the best of me.
- Steve
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On The Bus
Sitting Here On This Eaten Up Chair
I Just Was Looking
Or Call It A Stare
Judging Really
As People Got On The Bus
Judging Really
As People Were On The Bus
Guy Just In Front, Loner Without A Care
Type That Got Bullied
Sitting Next To An Empty Chair
The Gangsta At The Front
Checking His Reflection
Inside He Was Kind
Filed In The Wrong Section
Girl To The Left
Ear-rings Were Too Big
Done Up Like A Tart
And Puffing On Her Cig
Indian Suit
Dressed Like A Millionaire
Confident Look
Two Million Outfits To Wear
Guy Behind
The Only One I Couldn't See
I Had A Funny Feeling
That He Was Judging Me
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whAt happens next..
When your life is taken away
What happens after that?
What happens when all your friends push you away
When you're left all alone
In the dust
In the dark
All alone
When nothing goes your way anymore
After working so hard to reach a goal
What happens next?
What happens after everything you knew in your life
Everything that was once precious to you
What happens when all you have left is pain?
When will it be enough?
Will it ever go away?
When your life has turned to pain and suffering
Where every other day you cry in the darkness of your own room
Nothing to comfort you but your music blaring loudly
What happens next?
When the
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memories - i never had
.
memories (i never had)
i can feel the taste of tears
rising in my throat
swallow
keep it down
we don't want to wake the neighbors
with our sympathies
our word addictions
for the faceless names
that have snuck from between the dusty pages
grabbed our hands
and led us on a merry dance
through the dark apple tree forests
shadows in the moonlight
no reflections in their empty eyes
i reach out my hand
grasping for yours in the dark
the figure in the chair by the pool
looking out over the sea
not touching
not speaking
but it is only fiction
that holds us apart
and your face is just
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At times, it's believing in hope that makes my life feel so hopeless.
I wrote this a few months ago. Thanks to my friend Alex for helping me touch it up.
Please click the "View Writing Online", the formatting is correct there.
I wrote this a few months ago. Thanks to my friend Alex for helping me touch it up.
Please click the "View Writing Online", the formatting is correct there.
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Oooh.. I like how it flows. Imma fav it. Kudos.