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A Love Song [(NOT OFFICIAL TITLE) Please Comment)]

Intro:
She’s been my ‘Little’ Miss Muffet
Since the ‘very’ first day,
But ins’tead’ of a spider
‘I’m’ the one be’side’ her telling ‘her’ how she ‘makes’ me ‘feel’.

Verse:
I don’t ‘know’ if you can ‘see’,
But ‘hav’ing you
Means ‘all’ the ‘world’ to ‘me’.

And it’s ‘so’ good.
‘Ba’by it ‘feels’ just ‘like’ it ‘should’.

‘Ev’en ‘when’ we’re a’part’
I ‘know’ we’ll be to’gether’,
‘Cause ‘we’ are going to ‘last’ for’ever’.

Chorus:
I ‘love’ you.
And I ‘know’ you ‘love’ me ‘too’.
We ‘have’ our little ‘jokes’,
That keep ‘going’ like the ‘spokes’,
Of my ‘bike’ as I ‘ride’ to ‘see’ you.
So what do you think?
I know I haven’t come up with
A bridge or anything.
I have a few more verses but I can’t remember them
Right now. Haha.
The apostrophe marks are to show where the

Visions

Visions
As they whisper through our minds
We have turned so as not to hear their cries
Far too many a time

A no man's land
As none would extend their hand
To take it
Perhaps they thought that if they set foot on it
They would forsake it
Touched by no man since the great war
Who is it for
Everyone seemed to lust for it before
But it seems no one chooses to listen anymore

Visions
As they whisper through our minds
We have turned so as not to hear their cries
Far too many a time

The moonlight betrays the depth of the night
As a man walks across the frozen ground in fright
Almost a shadow in the piercing moonlight
With lonely thoughts filling his head
He wishes he could get in bed
But knows he must walk many a mile more
Before the time comes to settle his score
And as he sends his dreams adrift in the cold night air
He leaves the warmth of the world behind
And disappears like a shadow in the moonlight

Visions
As they whisper through our minds

New to Me

(Chorus)
It’s been three month’s
And you think you know me
But who’s to say I haven’t changed?
Who’s to say that you’ve been better?
All this time has been pretend
And it’s just another trend
It’s not like this is new to me
New to me
New to me

[Verse One]
I wake up every morning
To the sound of your anger
And the voice of no warning
Your rage is no stranger
We can all be scared
In the midst of danger
Because it’s not like you’ve cared

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
My heart’s shattered to pieces
You never mended what was and could’ve been
It’s all just happening again
You end up running off the edge
Hurting everyone on your way
You never restrain from the past
But I guess it’s the price you pay

[Chorus]

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Shell

Song...

The weight of the world,
Is so heavy,
Heavier
Than I imagined.

I thought it would be
As light as a feather,
Drifting down and landing on my shoulder.

Because I thought
You would never leave,
You would be there

To hold me
To touch me,
To wipe the tears away
And to carry me when my legs can't any longer

But now I see
You were only
Building a shell.

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World

Every snowflake,
Crosses between
My eyes and
Yours,
Every snowflake,

Spreading the distance.

Every snowflake
Falling on your hair
Turns it white,

And I think;
How will our future
Look?
Will your hair be white?
Will my hands be soft?
And smell of lavender?

As the snow tumbles,
down,
Down,
Do
W
N

I realize;

The world is falling down,

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Tunes to Words

I always have a tune
Stuck my head,
Forming the words
To things
I never said,
Framing the pictures
I haven't yet taken,
Listening to conversations,
I haven't yet had.

It's impossible
For me to comprehend
Why my words,
Come out in the end,
Not as sentences,
Lines or verse,
They come out
As whole notes,
Half beats,

Pause.

Crescendoes,
Drum beats,
Tamborines,

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