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She is...I want to wake up, to see
what is really behind me.
And find that my life
has been no big strife.
Hopefully find that one
that will give me all fun.
She is what I crave
on my lonely days.
She is what I desire
and what creates our fire.
She is what I love
because she is from above.
I want to wake up, to see
if she is sleeping next to me.
Though we are apartThough we are far apart,
we are close at heart.
Though our ages differ,
you are the one I live for.
We are different in many ways,
Secretly, I'm counting down days.
Until I can see you again.
My beloved and sweet girlfriend.
I wish, I want... You.I wish I could have been a better person for you.
I wish I could be there for you for so many things.
It hurts me so much to be away from you, this is true.
It hurts me a lot to not be able to hold you, it stings.
I wish I could hold you close to my aching heart.
I wish I could dry away your tears when you cried.
It hurts me to not be close to you, it tears me apart.
It hurts me so much to not see you. I've died.
I want to see you in the flesh, my darling love.
I want to hold you in my arms, my sweet dear one.
I want to hear you laugh, my sweet morning dove.
I want to kiss your lips and run into the sun.
I want to do everything with you, my love.
You truly are what heaven sent down for me.
You truly are the gift that I wished from above.
I want to be able to love you fully; do you see?
I love you.
I always will.
Comforting LoveFair and beautiful skin, beautiful eyes;
those can see no more truth nor any lies.
Sweet, Sympathetic, Silly and a Sin;
our lips did so too meet once again.
She is the sun, passionate and bright;
this woman is my shining, golden light.
I love her and she loves who she sees
and that person is the woman in me.
Say good-bye to loveI thought the pain would get better by morn;
yet, I feel ripped and I feel shredded and torn.
My heart, it still beats for her and it does ache;
I didn't know how bad this would be--feels like a stake.
Not being able to say "I love you; how'd you sleep?"
to her each morning, it penetrates my soul deep.
I hope this pain, numbness and shredded is a dream;
that it isn't what it has come to really seem.
I love her still with all of my torn up heart,
yet in her time, she tears it and rips it apart.
She said, "We have absolutely nothing in common,"
Maybe, I should write her something or sing a song.
Well, maybe it is time to say good-bye to love?
It was truly like heaven had sent her from above.
She is like an angel to me and she saved myself;
now an empty shell, what is there left to help?
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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