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If I truly am made from hollowed out bottles
You will be able to see through me
In just the right light.
You make it impossible to fall asleep
And agonizing to stay awake.
Every miserable moment that passes
Helps me to understand
That I'm no closer to finding out
Where you've gone
Than I am to finding my voice.
Please come back.
I'm trying to go there,
I'd like to be somewhere,
I'd like to have a grey hair,
or two.
I'd sure like to say I'm a science buff,
I envy those who say "I don't have enough!"
when I'm the one with nothing looking rough.
I filed for FAFSA today and felt like expressing how I feel.
I've been through hell and back sometimes kids my age or older or younger for that matter, irritate me because they complain about how hard it is and how they don't wanna go to school, it makes me livid, if only they had seen or been through what I have, even just a tenth of what I've experienced and they would surely love to go to school as I would.
Remember that day of the phony "Mission Accomplished"
day, when thinking people viewed him in that jump suit with that extra crouch stuffing, and when your face turned
so red you felt liking ducking under anything available?
Well, here comes my writings about it, READY?...be brave...
be very brave...

You strutted on Lincoln steel;
not knowing what lay behind that thin-lipped-corporate-gah-gah-smile

Offshore a fool's victory you did declare
A vulture's feast you ushered in
as many sulfur dances engulfed both air and skin

What rooster pride you strutted on Lincoln steel,
while bulbs exploded in heated flare

How I remember you took that flight,
with a pseudo-manly-stuffed-buldge you said, "I 'm all right!"

In nightmares I see your faking smiling grin, as houses crashed
and innocent died, as flames created a reddened sky

Halloween-cowboy, flyboy-suit, a monster lurked on Lincoln
steel
And so, bulbs exploded in heated flare to land upon a nothing stare, to land upon a nothing stare,
to land...upon...a...nothing...stare
Abraham Lincoln I know for a fact was turning over in his grave with the shipbuilders. Aghast!!, Just imagine eight horrible years of him and the other *** Tricky Dicky
To bright.
For my eyes.
So let the stars.
Wave their goodbyes.

Smother them.
Like a flame on a wick.
Or douce them with water.
And put them out quick.

Put out the stars.
Let the sky be pitch black.
**** the bright sun.
And don't let it come back.
No one knows the way you make me smile,
Curled up at home listening to that one song,
That always makes me think of you.

The way the melody brings back the light of your eyes,
The smile on your face,
Your weird personality that could bring me back from miles away.

Each note making my breath catch in my throat,
Like what happened the first time I saw you,
In that football jersey you wear so well.

I don't really know,
The reason this song brings back pictures of you in my head,
Making me feel the way I do about you now.

And all the roads I have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead me there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you

But I don't know how,
This song just seems to get the words out,
Like sharing thoughts in my head

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonder wall

And that song's my first step,
To get me walking in the right direction,
To tell you.
Partial credit to Oasis for writing the song Wonderwall that's in here.
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