Bryan Lunsford Poems

She's beautiful,
And it shows,
But her beauty I love most,
Not in her petals,
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She's beautiful as beautiful gets,
As the nature of her beauty is the beauty of nature's equivalence,
With every movement-she's special and different to no ends,
Yet, to her, her being beautiful is anything other than common sense,
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Like a butterfly,
I first saw her under the summer skies,
As like a butterfly-
She's beautiful, wondrous, divine,
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Since she walked away I haven't known what to do,

With all of my colors that have turned gray, I've been left to only feel this color of blue,
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There,
Under any light,
I find art within her eyes,
As like stars found in the night's sky,
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Your beauty
Is that of my artistic escape,
As I could sculpt,
Write,
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My brain bleeds and the ceiling drips,
As you couldn't believe how much fun doing acid actually is,
With the walls that breathe-I see things that don't even exist,
Where I'm pondering deeply over and over, I ponder this,
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I'll never be able to love again,
Well, at least not like the way I loved you,
As this night is a little before three, but well after two,
I lie wide awake in this bed unable to sleep beside a woman that I don't want to pursue,
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With smiles and laughter through the night,
I watch as she begins to get tired,
With the sight of her sleepy eyes,
As seeing what was once a live wire
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When my heart breaks I weep as I'll weep for days,
With weeks that'll go by without any sleep I'll stay wide awake,
Where I'll wait here in the same old tiring place,
(With nothing besides this woman on my brain)
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