Collapse In The Arms of BeautyYou drain my heart of stormy days, And leave just your smiles inside. Piecing back together my ceramic belief, That a special moment can be found, In this shallow world of illusion. Keeping me afloat, the sound of your laugh, Holding my head above the unknown deep, Tides of life rushing in. I do not fear drowning. I do not fear sinking. I have you to anchor to. Someone to keep my breath going. A friendship so divine, Found between the most different of people. Surprises of warmth, love abound, Enveloping me in the sensation of affection, Piecing baCollapse In The Arms of Beauty
Little Girl LoveThere she goes, Dancing away her troubles. The sun ridin’ on her shoulder. Flowers in her hand, The smell of spring in her hair. The smile that makes the world go round. Giving hugs to those who need them most. Beautiful voice, singing her life’s song. If the world had more of her, It would be such an incredible place. Not afraid of herself, or expression. A handshake or hug, with a smile from God, Peace is found in the heart of this girl. Longing for kindness and giving away love. If only the world had more of her, It would be such an incredibLittle Girl Love
What Was In The Box?There once was a toad,rat,and fox As they walked the road they saw a small box They gathered around and peered inside After what they saw they became very surprised The toad's mouth watered as he drew a fork As the fox winced at the sweet smell of pork "Why,that's bacon!"the toad cried "No",said the fox,"its a savory chicken pie!" And so they discussed all night Of what food was in their sight But soon the rat became very bored And decided he would explore some more So he went in the box and took a try It tasted like honey or no,was it rye? So the rat said itWhat Was In The Box?
Confession of ResentmentThere you crouch, here I stand Weaker you are, stronger I am Yet you claim we're equal In power and mind But you slip away, and I stay in line You confess a belief but act another And compromise choice to save each other You lie so true I resent those who offer help And can't find will to save themselves But I too am one I offer peace when I too rage I fake the part on life's great stage I am not strong,but weak We all are, the sinners we believeConfession of Resentment
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