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T.R.

T.R.

More Than I Should

I’m having a feeling
But don’t understand
I look at the ceiling
And I cannot stand
 
She used to be torture
But turned into bliss
She shines as an orchard
And I seek her kiss
 
I don’t think about her
But lately I do
And lately I need her
Does she need me too?
 
And I don’t regret it
Her love must be good
And love, I embrace it
Much more than I should

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Less Yielding Than Stone

We’ve lost ones before And in future lose. But now what we store, Bring in through this door Is ours now to choose.
I am not a kisser...

Call what you see, if you please. Loser, creep, weirdo... At least say it to me. To me. Me and not them,
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Dear Nobody

I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
The Return

How am I supposed to know? What I am supposed to show? What am I supposed to say? When I do not run away? How do I react when I
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I'll Be There

When the sorrow strikes And the roses spike And the day you dislike I’ll be there When the window shines
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Four Seats Empty, Six Seats Taken

Four seats empty, six seats taken. And I had one with a view Making sight seem lesser blue. But for those who seem mistaken, They would tell me stories too.
Worthless

Worthless be the starlight That’s never seen at night And worthless be an hourglass If we lose track of time. Worthless be the speaker
Mr. Metal

My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
February

Welcome to the caverns Hope you cannot stay Darkness fills the taverns At the beginning of the day Leave while you are happy
Who?

Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?
Strings

There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
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Humanoid

Against my will I act like me I am not who I pretend I am only a humanoid on the inside I am a human on the out I see something in me
And Will She Ever

If she were to understand Then she would not accept me So I am glad But also so sad She knows when she sees the scar
Ember Man

Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
I Am The Sultan

As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,



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