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He grew complacent in his cell,
Built from the smiles of friends or worse.
In every thought a new disease.
In every touch or taste a curse.
Cynical and misanthropic,
Shaped and sculpted by peoples words,
He sees them now like savages.
Their promises free as flights of birds.
In the dark he tests his bonds
And finds his arms have grown so strong.
He can peel the mortar and the stone
To stay here now would feel so wrong.
Through six feet of dirt, he feels like death,
Touching at the light once more.
A mind that's sold out to revenge.
So many years; he's keeping score.
Make right the wrongs with other wrongs
And make them see the world like me.
Imprison them with smiles and words.
So many faces. Never free.
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I love you.
I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
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Beauty
She is beautiful;
And so is he.
His hands feel as wonderful against my palm
As hers across my fingertips.
A look upon her face will wring my heart
As quickly as it will upon his.
His arms are as solid, safe, and warming
As hers are when she surrounds me.
The loving words that she inspires with merely a glance,
Flow as quickly at the sight of him.
He is beautiful;
And so is she.
She makes me feel the incredible height of passion,
As strongly as when he moves within me.
His eyes invite me to peer farther into his mind
As persistently as her smile taunts me to know her more.
Her dainty hand strewn carelessly across a pillow,
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Love
It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o
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Oh, I'm very very cynical and very misanthropic. But don't let that put you off.
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