Windows

Through the windows you see so much.
Revealing love with the lightest touch.
Through them you see so much truth daren't be spoke.

I sit and look through the windows.
Seeing through all the innuendos.
Reveling in the sweet cresendo.

As I stare through the windows.
The boughs break, and in my heart I celebrate.
As I realize it will not break.

For hours through those windows I could stare.
Worlds a plenty are there to share.
In awe and splendor I now stare.

Through those windows a bright sun glares.
How much longer do I dare,
to stare through these windows that show me things so fair?

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Youthful Fate

We met when we were quite young.
From the start I loved you all along.
Despite our youthful age of date.
I knew that we were eachothers fate.
We'd beat the odds at any rate.

What's meant to be for you and me.
Is to build a life and share our dreams.
A loving union is what we need.

We'll plant this seed and help it grow.
To farther heights than we have known.
To the world it's finally showing.
That what we have is so rewarding.

True love speaks to us it's courting.
No need to fear what we are holding.
So let us take this step we'll not regret.
Everlasting life with no emotional debt.

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These Fears

The worries haunt my mind with rot.
Is it true or is it not.
I know it's true, but still I feel.
That something wrong will come and steal.
All these things I know are real.
Ho wdo I pass this wicked cast?
Of being lonley to the last.
How soon will I finally smash?
These daunting fears that fill my glass.
I must overcome these rotten smears.
Against myself that only bring bitter tears.
I know what's right but still fear.
That all is lost because I'm weired.
I hope and pray that this day.
That these beasts I'll finally slay.
I have to soon or I'll be doomed.
To wither here in wretched gloom.

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Damn These Feelings

Damn these feelings of which I feel.
I didn't sign up for this maddening deal.
I'll just sit and drink till I have nerves of steel.
A black savage heart that no longer feels.

Damn these feelings for I've been had,
for theses feeling which are much too real it's pathetic and sad.

I'm finding it very hard to deal,
when all around everyone cuts with such zeal.
Damn these feelings they pull and peel,
away at your soul leaving no room to heal.

My hearts still under reconstruction,
and it won't last through another rejection.
Damn these feelings so I say,
if they continue I won't see another day.

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The Step

The time has come to take this step.
I know it's real I will not fret.
I know your love is mine to get.
I'll prepare myself to get you back.
So you'll see I'm no slack.
In all the things you really want.
You need and cherish.
I'll never let these perrish.
Through leaps and bounds our love is found.
With each step we take we feel the pound.
Our hearts are beating with the sound.
Of the words of love with blessed token.
The bond we share cannot be broken.
Let's take this step in harmony.
Finding what we both can be.
All the things that set us free.
Let's take the first step, it's what we need.

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I Want To Wake Up

I want to wake up from this dream.
All the wretchedness.
I want to scream.
Of what lessons from this could I gleen?
Trapped inside this hideious scene.
I'm raped and pillige like a peasent village.
I want to wake up from this crack up.
I'm being held like a prison lock up.
I'll never trust in the least again.
For the fine beating at these hands I cry aloud.
For what he's taken he should not be proud.
He laughs and jokes.
Like it was all in fun.
He doesn't seem to realize just what he's done.
I want to wake up, and find it gone.
To realize it was just a dream.
That I'm still whole, pure and clean

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Pointless

It's pointless.
Though I like it still.
It pleases me so.
It fits the bill.
Continuing on through useless drills.
The absurdity of it really kills.
I love these old pointless horror films.
The plot is wretched and extrmely thin.
Their laughable attempts to be quite grim.
It never ceases to make me grin.
I love them tons.
With pointless puns.
Their exquisetlessly needless and quite dumb.
They never stop in endless run.
I want to see them all it's so much fun.
They're completley pathetic like this poem.
Going on in endless drone.
I like it still it's pointless fun.
You do to cause now it's done.

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Breaking Free

Breaking free from all this misery.
Your return has set me free.
Now I know to what degree,
what kind of love you feel for me.
We're breaking free you must agree,
to a new found freedom that gives us glee.
They called me mad for thinking that you'd return.
In my heart I always knew it.
I've waited so long and now you prove it.
Now you help me in breaking free,
from all the loathing and self pity.
Now we'll find ourselves a life,
away from all this hate and strife.
Breaking free it's now so clear.
Those other oafs don't know what's dear.
We've broken free, so now you see.
We'll live forever happily.

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He Lives

I know he lives.
The greatest man.
Endless love he gives.

Through his life he saved us all.
Showing and teaching us how not to fall.
Hear him now for you he calls.
To share his light so you'll stand tall.

He shares our pain.
He stops the rain.
The bitter envy of our souls that drains.

You can go to him and explain.
The pain you feel from this ordeal.
He listens closely, then holds you dear.
To show you that you need not fear.
Take his hand you'll persevere.

He bore his cross for all of us.

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Little Sexy Princess

I see my sexy little princess.
Across the room so full and robustly in deep bloom.
I want her near I need her now.
The sexy way her curves are bound.

I wish to let her free from thee.
Unleashing all mad passion greedily,
To feel her there and know she's mine.
The touch of flesh is so divine.

Sexy little princess come with me.
To entice and bring this fruitful seed.
Of love and passion that overwhelms.
Your beauty is volumes,
to only dream is hell.

So my sweet sexy little princess.
I wrap you in my arms.
No other man will commit you further harm.
My goddes full, my goddes true.

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