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Definition of Love
As the Night falls ragged
In its muted shades of grey
Wrap me in the frigid desolation
As you would a wounded prey
Make me believe in fairy tales
And nightmares of walking alone and numb
Down a road of crumbled yellow bricks
Where you leave me to suffer just for fun.
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Could I
How open can I be with you
After everything that I've put you through?
There are things that I refuse to say
For fear that I'll only push you further away
May I be confusing in attempt to be logical?
May I be openly raw and emotional?
Can I open up and pour out my heart
Like I should have from the start?
Or should I just continue
On this simple path with you?
Pretending that everything is okay?
Locking my true thoughts away?
Can I define for you
What's behind the things I do?
Or should I just keep walking
And cover my heart by talking....?
Would it be alright with you
If i said the things im ding to?
Like the way I don't sleep when your here
(I'm avoiding another nightmare)
Or why I call with nothing to say
(I just want to know that you're okay)
Or maybe why I say goodbye so fast....
(I know I can't make this moment last)
Or should i just keep quiet
And convince myself not to say it?
(Or do you already know... And just refuse to let it show....?) I know it's an obvious mask to wear- But tell me, do you really care?

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Leters, Numbers, Shapes, And Lines
When we're little we learn
About shapes, numbers, letters and lines.
When we're young we never think
That they mean more at times...
Shapes were fun, numbers were hard,
Letters were just the alphabet that we had to sing,
Lines could make the shapes, numbers, and letters...
They were all connected in a simple ring.
As life progresses, they mean more and more.
Numbers become money, letters become arithmatic,
and lines seem to dissapear into habits...
It all suddenly but gradually becomes automatic.
Someday they all come back, and mean more than before.
Numbers of heart beats in a minute can change a life.
Letters of the words that spell out "death" are threatening,
And the line on the machine beeping at your side stabs like a knife.
You begin to count each and every second,
Hoping that those letters will go away.
You stare at the line, hoping it wont go flat...
You close your eyes but all of this will stay.
One, Two, Three, Four beeps,
D, E, A, T, H, still seems unreal...
That line starts going flatter with each sound...
And emptiness is all you can feel.
You look at the friend laying in the bed,
Knowing that he's leaving you and moving on.
The numbers, letters, shapes, and lines...
In a few minutes- you know they'll be gone...
The beeping becomes one long sound,
The numbers turn into flowers on a grave.
The lines now carve the stone with a name...
And all you can remember is everything he gave.
Everything you needed to know, you learned in kindergarden,
But what you didnt know is how important it would be,
To know what each and everyone would mean to you...
Numbers, Letters, Shapes and Lines will be there for eternity.
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