as if“Why do you like them?” they ask me. “Why do you have such interest in this person?” they wonder. I cannot explain. All I can say is that sometimes, I feel like someone is speaking to my soul. Sometimes someone is speaking through me. Sometimes someone is able to reach into my mind and rearrange the connecting wires so I can finally see clearly. Perhaps I am doing this right now. Perhaps someone could feel this through me. Perhaps I am being vain. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. I don’t know why I do it. I read aboutas if
american masterpieceI’m here just for you. I’m waving just to you. I don’t care who you are. As long as you salute me, Promise your life to me, Give me your children, I don’t care.american masterpiece
Sing me to the world, Let me bask in all my glory. Let me cover your soul Now that everyone’s abandoned you I am all that’s left. Don’t try to hide from me I’ll get you every year, Every Saturday in the summer, Every fourth day in July.
I can let you know how to Be safe. I’ll make you unaware of horror. Don’t you want that? Let me protect you, Let
sestina no. 1My love says she is but could never be gone. Sometimes cries will escape her. And no, I never see her but I want to make her stay for each visit. Someday she might.sestina no. 1
It took all my might to say goodbye to Love. But gone is the day she cries over me. “Do you want to see me?” she asks. “Stay
for the week,” she says. “Stay.” I might. But to subtract a love from your life, it’s hard to do twice. I am gone after the first call. The first cries for a desire, and want &nb
sestina no. 2It was mostly longing for a touch or an acknowledgment, at the least. Always awaiting something more before she could turn and make herself completely gone from his memory and mind.sestina no. 2
All the doubt that clouded her mind And other relationships that she would never touch made her sleeping habits the least of her worries. “Nothing more than insignificant,” she told herself. In turn her friends worried her sanity had gone
already. Last time she had gone so far, she completely lost her mind. It always seemed her heart h
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paint sarcastic smiles upon new wounds
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Have to go
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some people wear their smile like a disguise
those people who smile a lot watch the eyes
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