Foster Teegarden Poems

Listening to the Neighbourhood.
Oh, and how it sounds damn good.
Only problem: They make me think of you
when I'm not supposed to.
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I don't understand your thinking,
yet I still love you, and you should me too.

The day you told me that it's not,
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Today you sent me a message.
You were pleading for forgiveness.
You didn't have to worry though.
I did. Well, how should I put this?
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Late night, no stars in the sky.
No light shone in his bedroom.
Though there's a glimmer in his eye,
but it's more in dread and doom.
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Is it possible to fall so hard
for someone that I can just discard.
I barely even know you outright,
but I can't stand without you in sight.
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I'm just rolling in my grave,
where I lay and simply prey
upon my victims.
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I don't think you know this,
but I don't have these feelings often enough.
The fact that still stands is
I'm not going down without a patch of rough.
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Darling, can you see us, Eve of Christmas by kindling,
kissing with the moonlight peering in brightly shining.
Now I could imagine both our engines lighting up the night.
What would you say to moving closer? Come on over, and I'll show you my way.
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You're perfect in my head.
Rather you in my bed.
I feel the emotions
simply sharp and poking.
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A list of names sits before me
with matching photos to my side.
I press on in futility
just to regain some kind of pride.
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