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  • Watching Me Dream

    I dreamed last night and you were there watching me as I forgot you. I moved on into a future that night in a bed far from home.You were there… watching me standing silhouetted in the doorway, and the only heat I felt t…

  • Lying Flight

    I'm done crying over you need to get on with my life live in the moment and leave yesterday's goodbyes in my memory's eyes. It's a neat little lie I've got wrapped up around my little heart. Something to dress up the dra…

  • Why We Lie

    "I'm fine and dandy" is the lie we keep telling eachother as we cry hidden away behind emails and letters, coping with past hurts and angers. It's the strangest mystery how Present pays Past's debtors. Why do we punish t…

  • So You Know

    There will come a day, and a girl, You won't need to hide who you are. You won't need to protect her from what you're not hiding. But... That day, and that girl, will come only when you're willing to take what you have b…

  • To Taste Your Kiss

    I’m drinking beer again. it leaves a foul feel to my mouth I’ve never liked it much. But that night we sat and spoke philosophy you were drinking beer. It’s all you ever drank. Then a moment I saw coming though I tried…

  • The Last Drop Off

    I don't have the stamina to ride this roller coaster. My heart jumped out of my chest with that last drop off. I want to yell "stop!" Need my feet on the ground but I'm still falling down from that last drop off. It was …

  • Tears Owed

    I thought I’d earned some happiness: 1000 tear filled nights for just one day Of unadulterated happiness But I’m indebted now to you A lifetime filled with tears. Who’d have guessed just one romance A few short months co…

  • One More Storm

    There's a storm a brewing. I can taste it on the wind as it rushes time on by, Those insubstantially dry kisses bringing to my mind nature's momentary one night stands with peace, justice, vengeance. I can hear the war…

  • A Rainy Night

    It rained today, baby, as I steal bits and pieces of my memories of you to dream under the droplets. I've always loved the rain; percussion of it against the earth, watching it dance through leaves, standing out under t…

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