J.D. Crockett

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blurs of white flying by
losers emit a mournful cry
a comeback from when they trail
winners give a triumphant yell
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Its lonely out here tonight
rooftops at sunset make me feel
how I feel changes everyday
trying to figure out what is real
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what can you say?
to make someone believe
that what your feeling is true?
to help them move on
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Why won’t the memories fade?
Everything else fades, just not them
Paint fades, eye sight fades
But not memories, they stay till the end
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Love is like a blue bird,
a flash of color
in an otherwise drab world.
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Confusion rips through me even now,
when I think on you my first regret,
on how quickly love can turn into hate,
after these years the hate we wont forget.
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Alone I stand on the razors edge
Facing a choice, a fork in the road
Persevere now, or give up
Give up on seeds I have sown
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The ground jumps
and buildings fall
but still I stand fast.
Shaking so hard
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9.

Here I lie pondering my choice
a choice that changed my life
turned myself into this thing
that merely haunts your dreams
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Got a phone call today
Left me stunned in disbelief
seems a good friend of mine
decided to take her own life
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As I read what you wrote,
a question asking fast,
are you a gift from God?
Has true love found me at last?
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Beauty greater than,
the blooming rose of spring,
happiness to my day,
just your smile can bring.
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I sit here alone
thinking about your pretty face
and wishing I could be
alone with you at your place
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Missing you day after day
night after night without
you to keep me warm
and to know your love without a doubt
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Beautiful, its what you are
theres no denying the facts
every time you are near
your booty I wanna smack
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You've changed me
all for the good
and this change feels
just like it should
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how many ways can I say it?
Te amo, Je t'aime, I love you
and yet all these ways don't come close
to describe how I feel for you
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I'm truly sorry for what I've done,
I want you to know I always meant well
I may have been wrong when I said all that
but the whole time I thought you were the one.
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What good is a fire, on a cold winter night,
without a lover there to hold you tight?

What good are millions of stars at night,
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I'll heal the cuts that make you bleed
be the support that you really need
channel your pain straight into me
open your mind and let me see
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A Kings Game

blurs of white flying by
losers emit a mournful cry
a comeback from when they trail
winners give a triumphant yell

the crack of wood against the ball
two champs playing for it all
its not a bat that they do swing
but a paddle doth glory bring

spins and curves flying over the net
win it all game match and set
for this is the true sport of a king
this is the sport that is called ping............ pong

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