Monday, April 10, 2017

Diary Entries

1.
She will be my demise;
Big brown eyes,
A soul without lies,
A body that cries,
When his by surprise,
And a mental so wise,
That even the skies,
Look down and then rise.

2.
The happy she brings,
He expresses as he sings,
As his bell rings,
Hanging off his wings.
He clings,
Onto very subtle things,
Like never-ending flings,
And the love that she brings.

3.
At first he was shook,
When he opened that book,
When his eyes screamed out 'Look!'
When he had to learn how to cook.
His friends just want to fuck,
But in his eyes great luck,
Is when you don't suck,
All the joy out of this truck.

4.
She comes from a star,
Keeps her thoughts in a jar,
Isolated and far,
From the folks in the car.
She plays a guitar,
Instead of going to a bar,
And the love that she car-
Ries is a love of a star.

5.
She has so much to say,
And so much desire to play,
But he had to go away,
For a while; couldn't stay.
But they will have it their way,
Next week, and will spend the day,
Ignoring the folded tray,
Table; there's so much to say.

6.
She let,
His control her mood, and set,
Out with an intension to forget,
But he admired her since the day they met.
It was hard and took time to get,
Where they are now, and regret,
Is merely present, cause I wet,

At the thought of the word forget.

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