Weir•do

when you find people
who not only tolerate
your quirks but celebrate
them with glad cries
of “me, too” be sure
to cherish them. because
those weirdos are your
tribe

[unknown author ]

Sitting in the front seat, yet, Worlds apart

I can own my words
Own my world
Move about in yours
Live daily
One thought
At a time

You can accept my words
Live in my world
You Move about
As if
You truly knew me
One daily thought at a time
Just enough
Just getting by

I can own my words
Own my world
Move about in yours
Live daily
One thought
At a time

No more yesterday’s
Will I throw away
No more
Because
I Can’t own my words
Can’t live in my world
…. Knowing you can’t own yours
Your words
Your world
No more time
Can I waste

I’ll be fine
Don’t spend the dime
Unless you can
Own your words

To be continued

Movement leaves you in silence

I see you
Like no other
Gave you my heart
Before I met you
Because I knew you
In a time before you saw me

Words have hurt you
As if a knife
Cut through your life
From a day in a year
So muddled by
Indecision

The sounds of
Your cries kept me awake
So many nights

And I see you
Like no other
Gave you my heart
Before I met you
I knew you
In a time before you saw me

Exposed by mortal flaws
Inclined to settle
removed from the site of the wounds
Dual betrayal
Stillness leaves you looking for sound
Movement leaves you in silence

All of which led you to
This side of that midnight

When
it was too late to leave
And too early to stay

Yes, I do see you
Like no other
Gave you my heart
Before I met you
Because I knew you
In a time before you saw me

living for the moonlight

Not looking for you
I’m not wondering
Why you were the one
to take my breathe away
Yet I’ve only known of you a day shy of 30

Could see the reasons why
My yesterday’s are never gonna be my tomorrow’s
Cause
You
Take away the sorrow
I promise I won’t wish away the days
Even though I’m living for the moonlight

Seems it easier said than lived
The love I’ve missed all this time was the love you had
The give

Sweet
Sunday

No more melancholy
Mondays

You
Take away the sorrow
I promise I won’t wish away the days
Even though I’m living for the moonlight

Seems it easier said than lived
The love I’ve missed all this time was the love you had
The give

Sweet
Sunday

No more melancholy
Mondays

It’s as simple as 1,2,3

Don’t Think

Because,

It’s not bout reality
It’s not about what we know or Knew
It’s not even close enough for us to reach.

It’s about being there when you know it’s the last place you want to be.

It’s about giving when you have very little to give
It’s about accepting help when you know it’s the last thing you want

It’s not about you
It’s not about me

It’s bigger than anything you can see, touch or feel.

It’s more than the past, present or future

It’s about what we leave behind

It’s about who I want to be, and that everyone I love, is free to be.

My legacy equals your freedom

( It’s as simple as 1,2,3 )

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