Beauty

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As she sat in the strawberry field with her young lover, he admired her worn wrinkled hands.He was wicked at heart, but still he came everyday to kiss her withered lips.He knew that she had been with innumerable men, but her past was nothing to his aching heart.  She was a dying gift sent to comfort his suffering cancerous bones. He saw bright blue eyes ,where there were irises washed of all color by years of tears, smooth clear skin on her freckled brown cheeks. She was Beauty and all he wanted was to watch her fade as he faded.

When I think of love, I see this

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The lonely girl searching for a smiling boy whose been searching too long too. I see, stolen kisses and rose petals.And little letters saying

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Or

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I see girls smiling when they know they’ve found the one they trust.

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I  can hear those grown up kids swinging eachother around ,feet never ever touching the ground.

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The Piano

The piano man’s fingers dipped and dove over lakes of love and waterfalls of lovelorn. Slowly, I remembered what it was to love. Slowly, I recalled the good things. The love, before the hate, and the trust before the distance. I remembered my boy, saying that he loved me. But now I know he only loves the girls who break his heart. The ones who step on it without looking down. I was the cure. I had his love in my front pocket, holding it close, till he dropped me like an empty medicine bottle into the trash.I broke into pieces, but i’m all right now.
Yeah,  I still lament his love
But I know he wasn’t truly my Amourdove.

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