Mon Fur

He's standing there
playing with my hair
Laughing and smiling
Life seems fair
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Would you believe
this little tale I’ll tell
About two friends
Who tripped over and fell
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A world without you,
Is a world without light,
A world without hope,
A world without sight.
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So close, yet so far apart
Lay our needy, wanting hearts.
Trapped with chains, and locks of steel,
Escape seems too far from real
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I’m sorry I can’t say it above a whisper.
I start to feel faint as the world starts to shiver.
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I saw the mirrors with silver water,
and immediately, I thought:
I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it.
There must be another way up.
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Thinking about the times we had,
Under the Sakura tree;
Listening to the wind blow,
Next to the clear blue stream.
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Dreams so sweet and ever so soft
Feels as though anything is possible
Reality shatters the Dream
Says “you have to prove your worth”
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My heart’s beating hard
about to burst
I’m dizzy from
thinking about the worst
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Inversions, these are.
Go far, I won't.
To talk like Yoda, I try.
Like it, I don't.
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Delicate, fragile.
That little bud
Hiding from the temptations of the warm embrace
Of shimmering, sincere sun rays.
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I feel like writing a poem now..
Especially after our little fight,
Listen to your brain-
Listen to your heart-
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You cry and hurt,
And yet you say you're fine.
But I know I'm to blame,
for every single sigh.
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Floating through the foggy forest, I can hear the
soft falsetto voice whispering a simple children's’ tune.
Simple, the tune is, but not the words the voice sang.
It seemed as though it were a different language-an
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I don't know what I could say to make you feel better....
“Sorry” has been used too many times before...
All I want is for us to be forever...
But love, if this goes on, how could we anymore?
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My heart skips a beat when you're talking to me.
I can barely say a word, but when I do,
It sounds absurd.
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A promise will been broken,
Between her and him.
She dies slowly inside;
Her vision growing dim.
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I’m not that type of girl,
Even if it looks that way.
I understand what you saw.
I’m not sure what to say.
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See the world,
as i see it:
A dark, hopeless,
bottomless pit.
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Gently as wind blows
Sways the beauty of the Milk White rose
Day and night that rose stays
Its beauty drawing people closer
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