James Harris

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Little girl, little girl what did you see?
A thing of horror chasing after me
Little girl little girl were you not scared?
More than I thought I could possibly bear
...

Perhaps in the past I was a bit to shy
Amazed by the beauty of your face
Your smile reminds me of the bright sky
Every movement you have filled with grace
...

It seems that I spend too much time running from my life
Avoiding every rocky road or path that might have strife
Constantly at odds with the man I was supposed to be
When I look upon that supposed man I turn around and flee
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How I long to hear gasps of air between some breathy sighs
For my fingers to dance up and down upon your silken thighs
Let me caress across your midsection with the petals of a rose
From there we can both imagine where the evening goes
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Look there at that beautiful girl
The one with the sweet golden curls
I think she just shot me that look
I think she has me upon her hook.
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A last dropp of wine my old friend
I fear I shan't see you again
I almost love you like a wife
For you mean so much to my life
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I swear I have known you two longer than this
Like we have all been apart of each others dreams
There was something in my life that was amiss
Before we met things were going down stream
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When I think of what we all went through
How we formed bonds that hold like glue
Friendships that have lasted to this very day
Though some of us at times have gone astray
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A sweet smile from green eyes is all I ask
Smile and eyes that flash at me
I pray that my heart can handle the task
When that beauteous woman I do see
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You're not the person that you think you are,
Your light does not shine at all like a star.
You are quite cruel, quite petty and mean,
Your very presence to me is completely obscene.
...

Do you know what you exactly mean to me?
You are so very much more than a friend.
Our connection is utterly deep you see
I have your back until the bitter end
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I wish I could account for every last little thought
But with time I lose focus of all that I have wrought.
Memories come and go, oft times they can slip away
Why even look ahead, when I can barely recall today?
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For you there should be vast green hills,
A place to feel the grass in your toes
Somewhere you can go to forget your ills,
Where water in a clear brook flows
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There is this one lass I can't seem to shake
She is in my thoughts when I sleep or wake
This girl has occupied a corner of my mind
For not so long ago for her I had pined
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There should be more anger in my head
But for now there is a rather awkward calm
Those things that for so long I did dread
Did not at all explode like a bomb
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The heart seldom gets what it wants
Truly therein lies a mournful crime
Love will pester you with cruel taunts
Feeling as if you wasted your time
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Take my hand so I can show you such sights
Things that will awe you so you look amazed
Places of utter wonder along with great frights
Ever after you see them your eyes will be glazed
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How I wish to make you swoon,
As we gaze upon the moon
How I love to hear you sing
For your voice is such a thing
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20.

Your bare body lit solely by moon's light
Such a thing to take away my very breath
Your Eyes, to get very lost in them forever
Your lips, to linger on them for an eternity
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James Harris Biography

A simple man with simple tastes, who awoke with rhyming in his head one morning. Born in Texas, raised in New York City and currently residing in Toledo, Ohio. I'll keep writing until the rhyming in my head stops.)

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The Child's Protection

Little girl, little girl what did you see?
A thing of horror chasing after me
Little girl little girl were you not scared?
More than I thought I could possibly bear

He was a man about oh so high
I swear I came just to his thigh
I knew he was off, not quite right
I was chilled by him at first sight

He wore a hat that covered his gaze
And weaves lies like some kind of maze
The kind you can end up lost in for days
All things around him reeks and decays

He looks upon children with a sick grin
Like looking upon us is his kind of sin
The evil he had comes straight from within
My fear of him, I know not where to begin

He asked me for things and would not take 'No'
So I did strike him in that place down below
He gasped for some air as I ran through the snow
Now I must pray he did not try follow

Now I feel as if I am eternally stalked
Everyone I have told this to has balked
Even my parents by them I am mocked
Now the door to my room is forever locked

Little girl, little girl that's quite a tale
I'll be sure to tell it throughout the dale
Little girl, little girl I can hear you cry
The sound only little girls make as they die

Old man, old man I knew it was you
I knew our little game was not through
So open this door if you want your kind of fun
And see my justice through the barrel of this gun

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