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Best Poems From
YOU... DON'T... WANT ME...
(9-November-1994)
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Take away my rain.
You are can be my sunshine
cause you take away my rain
you are by my side
when it becomes alright again
...and i know you love me
that you want to be with me
but i need you to see
that this just can't be
'Cause even though i love you
and want you here with me
sometime I think it cant be
'cause it's way too hard for me
But then,
When I pick myself up off the ground
dust myself off and turn around
there you are
just standin' and waiting for me
This is when i know
This is when i see
that you mean everything to me
'Cause maybe we're meant to be
And sometimes its worth the risk
for those moments of eternal bliss
You... don't... want me...
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The Key
Hiding here in the dark dingy addict
All she wants is a place of her own
To find the key, that will set her free
A place to be happy, to be alone
Sitting alone shut off from the world
Letting her troubles flow downstream
Ignoring the pain others cause
Getting lost in her day-dreams
She hides like a criminal
In her own secret place,
The silent wind,
Blowing the tears off her face
The sounds of nature bringing her peace
The forest here, a paradise green
The Beautiful water sun-streaked Blue
It is the best thing she has ever seen
Grass around her makes a nice bed
She now knows the key,
So while she lays back she smiles
This is where she wants to be
You... don't... want me...
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The treasured year
Happy New Year
An easy to use phrase
Years should be measured.
In memories not days
They should be measured
In the songs we,
Hear, the people we meet
And the places we see.
Not in minutes or hours
Or the day
As it passes or
As night comes to stay
A new year is yours
And not to be measured
A year should be something
You have loved a treasured
You... don't... want me...
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TRAGIC STORY
There once was cheer.
When you were near
But now youve vanished
My life has finished
Out of my heart,
You are no longer a part
Of who I am
You leave me now to fight alone
With lies that chill me to the bone
I want not now what I did before
I just want you back, please come knocking on my door
You... don't... want me...
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