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I can pick you up;Place you on the pedestal on which you belong. I can lift you to the heavens. I can present to God the true beauty that you are...

How strange it is That our thoughts can no longer be pure. They must be filtered and changed For fear of misunderstanding How bizarre it is To..

You look so pretty Your mind aglow. Your thoughts are absolutely stunning in this light. You are so pretty Your beating, speeding heart. Its ..

Some Days I wonder if my grandmother is proud of me I guess that she would smile Or maybe she would shamelessly stare As if I really was the disap..

There it goes... Racing outward as if it were afraid. With it goes my pale, loving face, And created a reddened mess Why must I do this? How is b..

I am the heart, The heart of a system. I beat and pound the drum I keep us moving. Going. I am the brain, The logic of a system. I think an..

When we travel, There are white lights, Orange lights, And red lights. The white lights race ahead, as they are just beginning their journey..

It rains in my head, Oh, and how I fear the storm. For when it comes I will be washed out to sea, Ready to drown, struggling. There are times ..

Do you feel what I feel when I look at you? Even a glance is a spark A glint A shimmer A touch is fire It grows by the day, by the hour, by the m..

I thought you knew how it felt. Now you're gone, Back onto that unreachable pedestal. Is it possible that I was meant to stay down below? You c..