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Thinking of you
As I sit here watching the time
you begin to cross my mind
and I wonder if I will ever see
you again
for you see, the thoughts of you will never end
You live so far from me
I just don't want to let
things be
For I want to see your face again
and never let our enjoyment together end
I want to say I love
you dear
and I just want to have you near
I need to see your smile today
to chase all my sadness away
When
will I see you again
because my thoughts will never end
Please sometime come my way
so I can see you that one
someday.
-Laura Lynn Corwin
Across the Fence
Scornful words, a slip of the tounge
A whole friendship left undone
Pain in the heart, deceit
in the mind
Denial comes to sweep me from behind
Piercing words to lash out
That fill the mind with hope,
yet doubt
Power of the tounge left unknown
Only shame and hurt are left to be shown
One solitary tear I cannot
cry
Cause my heart is caloused from days gone by
Words not thought before spoken
Go strait to heart with a gold
token
To trust again, oh what a day
To have a true friend is nice to say
-Kristina
Bryan
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Heartbroken
Some lonely nights I sit and cry
When I think of you I wonder why
That one night we broke apart
Is now tearing into my heart
I see your face in my mind every day
And wonder why it happened this way
Could
I make your love stay here with me
Or should I just let it be
Can't you see that my heart is breaking
From
this horrible dream I never be waking
I love you a lot, Can't you see
Won't you just stay here with me?
-Laura Lynn Corwin
A walk in the Park
An wretched knife
splits the heart into feudal courts
One hurting, one hating
The
disposition longing is dispersed
A cess pool of males
Transgressions,
Do we forgive or seek revenge?
But the
one's which are expected from
Look in dispair
Those with tounges spew anger
Yet an ear to see, eyes to listen
The actions talk for themselves
On the unseen eye
So safe, a pedestal to lean on
The blood of love turns solid
Love no more, get hurt no more
A new parable made by a gentile
Who's to blame for the blade?
Oh sweet consequence.
-Kristina Bryan
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