A Few Ideas That Didn't Work

Easy to love, but hard to get along with

would be too simple a way

to describe you.

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I don't want to remember anymore
Holding on was the problem
Letting go has been harder
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Do we really know what we are saying
when we talk about love?
For example, I say
"I love you".
Is it equivalent to you saying
the same thing?
How can we weigh
the intensity
the sincerity
of those words?
They carry the strength
of cannon shot
but we wield them like cotton balls.
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It's disappointing when the words fall flat.
Is it their fault?
Not likely.
Blame the hand that orders them.

Scraps of Paper on my Cluttered Desk

I do not want this
Tell me what you need
I do not want this
Tell me honey please

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if you could see yourself
know yourself
hear yourself
as you truly are
how different
this world could be
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What became of your dreams?
You grew older
and I grew older too.
We learned that not much changes.
People are people at any age.
Do you still hope to be the you
You dreamt yourself to be?
My heart's ambitions
Still grow as wild as the grasses of the prairie.
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I still dream.
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the guitar case rests against the sofa
wine bottle sitting empty on the coffee table
clothes cooling in the freezer
frets below my fingertips
my voice echoes in an empty room
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Your hidden heart looks good on you.
Where do you draw the line
between Virtue and Desire?
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There is a place that wasn't
though it can't be said for certain
of whether or it was
when it wasn't
or couldn't have been.
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Paperplane Pilot
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I found your words printed on the page
as clear and concise an image as one
could hope to find.
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"I told him

Don't talk to me
Don't touch me
Goodnight.'"
is what she said walking by my office window.
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I saw you last night in a dream.
We took a small boat to my house
near the shore. We whiled the night
away together, taking our fill of each
other.
I woke up alone
wondering where you had gone.
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The wind speaks through the rustled lips of the leaves.
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