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Just Swingin in this hammock
My brother pushing it side to side
Crafting up words to write in my head
But I know won’t sound good on paper

I always write them for you
Even when I just form it in my head
And when I think of nothing
It’s about you
When I think of everything
It’s everything you
So here goes, the lines in my head
Don’t judge me
I’m only sixteen

I think about life
But I think about you
What are the definitions of these words?
I don’t see a difference
Couldn’t take you out of my mind
Not because I’ve tried
But because I wouldn’t ever want to

Eliza is the name I’ve always wanted to call
Not just at random of course
But because it’s perfect for you
I think I knew your name before I knew your name
I think I knew what we could be

I’m letting down the barriers indefinitely
I’m staying completely open
But only for you
It’s only worth it for you

It’s all for you
This fruit tastes like nothing
I think after brushing my teeth
This apple juice tastes sour
Yet still I drink, fearing being noticed
Morning anxiety, morning problems

You’re not here
And I know it’s okay, because you’re safe
I’m just stuck keeping my thoughts to myself
Yet if you weren’t here, I’d have never opened
Morning loneliness, morning problems

I feel sick
Every morning
Nothing can fix it
It only goes away when I tell you about it
Or I can’t worry about it
Because I’m worrying about you
Morning sickness, morning problems

So are you my queen in gold armor
Because you seem to fight off
The morning problems
I know you'll never be MINE...
But I'll still do my best for you. You're worth it and I'd rather not wonder how things could've been...
our autumn fizzles                                               we're losing our mind
away into the winter                                            but in the sharp night
and the beckoning mirage                                   there it stands;
it begins to splinter                                               the subtle light
The feeling, when someone we love, drifts away,
Like A balloon, Loose floating to the sky,
To A destination, who knows where,
I’ll always have colorful memories,
As I travel alone, and stare.

The original: Tom Maxwell ©8/9/2021AD
The spring,
Flowers Magic
Spreads fragrance all around,
Pain of separation pangs hearts,
The Love
an impulse flight ticket to her city
to catch her off-guard

a bag of hurriedly packed clothes
and once-promised gifts

and a moment of doubtful clarity
willfully ignored as I climb onto the plane

all of this to prove to her
that i’m all hers
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