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Samuel Sep 2012
If there are so many people just like
me where you are

why am I here and why
do I feel as though we're not alone
when we are?

I love you, and I'm
serious

can you say
that?

can you say
torture tonight?
Samuel Aug 2012
Where were we before I
crossed these eyes and pressed my
tees against the
grain?

against the wine when it's my
time to shine in luster I'll
do my best to muster the strength

I will need to
be that man for you
Samuel Aug 2012
smokey eyes come
my way into the pages, come

let me listen to your heart and
match time in the forest
Samuel Aug 2012
I always brush my teeth
before I kiss your picture
Samuel Aug 2012
There's a skylit drawl tumbling down the pavement
And a cardboard box waiting on your screened-in porch
And if we don't slow down, I think that we could make it
Back where we were before

And the sunsets fall when memories fade away
It's times like these that make me want to say

You are the light that brightens my eyes, you
Are the time I want to know, you are
The comfort of the ocean when I'm all alone
You are the fire burning slow from
All the corners of the globe

Now I'm here but
when I'm there I'm home

As the night comes all the lovers start their walking
Traced by footprints next to railroad tracks

There's nothing to say what goes away is
never coming back, try and relax

but if you ever come on back

You are the light that brightens my
eyes, you are the time (I
want) to know, you are (the comfort of)
the ocean when I'm all alone
You are (the fire) burning slow from
All the corners of the globe

Now I'm here but
when I'm there I'm home
It sounds nice too.
Samuel Aug 2012
A tinge of lavender, high D plunging
rubber into musical veins

All the world's a stained glass window through which
we can view ourselves

This is the good time, the awareness
Samuel Aug 2012
If it's not the waiting (bronze
string melodies take care of that) or
the dreamy silence of sushi beside
papers and pens,

                      why do I feel this way?

what is the empty?
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