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Tired of these ****-girls.
Looking at me like meat.
If you've got lust in your eyes.
Then we best not meet.

If you've been taken for a ride.
We've probably sat on the same boat.
Maybe I just came off better.
But I don't intend to gloat.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Oct 2015 Vanessa Grace
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No flowers
 Oct 2015 Vanessa Grace
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If you think of me in the spring,
think of dogwood petals
in my hair, greener grass
and new beginnings.

If the summer solstice
finds you walking alone
in the garden of the moon,
remember that I'm somewhere
walking alone, too.

If you sing of me,
sing in the fall
in blue flannel and jeans
like the saddest song of all.

And if I pretend to die,
and you pretend to weep,
I promise to do it in the winter
when there are no flowers
to send in your pretended grief.
:)  Thanks for the inspiration.
You’re the prettiest
You are the cutest
And if I had to make a new word
It would be beautifulest

You’re the most charming
You are amazing
And why I find you pretty and sweet
I would say that you’re my heart’s beat

I see you grin from ear to ear
And dissolve into laughter
But I know you’re still stick in a labyrinth
Where you’re drown in pain

When you smile (cry)
When you laugh (break down)
I want my presence to be with you
And stop the skies for turning into blue

If you place your heart in my hand
I will keep it safe for me
I will cherish, care, protect, love
And treat it compassionately

I imagine that you’re like a glass
A glass that can easily be broken
And I want it on me to last
So that I can guard it even until the end

You as a woman is fragile
When broken into pieces, it’s painful to clean up
You may stick it up, but you’ll notice
The cracks still remain

I want to collapse into you
When your heart is bursting
And I want to hold you
When your bones are chilling

Everything on you is labeled fragile
And I don’t want to break anything on it
I just want to handle you with all my care
You are precious, you are wonderful.. Ever
Mother may I?    
May you what?
May I reach the stars?
May I dream anew?
May I question life and also you?

May I  sleep in late?
May I drink the dew?
May I jump in puddles?
And muddy both me and you?    

May I be a superhero?
May I wear a cape?
May I use you stethoscope?
May I be like you and save a life today?

Yes, my sons.
You can do all.
And if it knocks you down,
Remember I'll be there to catch you if you fall.
 Oct 2015 Vanessa Grace
Nevermind
The moon sung a song
In the form of stars
Stretching across the sky
So vast and far
In a voice so thin
Particles of space debris
Flew through the hoops
Of Saturn's rings
Light was the sound
Like a comet's tail
Pretty and white
As a wedding veil
The moon sang a song
Every night
And showered the land
In musical light
An eye for an eye
leaves everyone blind
vengeance is always
best left behind

To repay evil with evil
cannot balance a scale
it's just amplified evil
doling out one more fail

Things are only made worse
when you follow that course
why do men still believe
they're immune to this curse

Will man ever learn
or let his soul burn
while anger within him
continues to churn

It's time to wake up
repay evil with kind
your reward is within
as it brings peace of mind

Breaking the circle
preserving our sight
it may not be easy
but well worth the fight
I am emphatically flawed.
I will make mistakes,
I'll be distant and difficult.
Things will rarely if ever,
be "perfect."
But I will always come back to you,
with a sad smile and soft voice,
and the most heartfelt of apologies.

On occasion I will be incredulous.
I'll question your actions,
and your motive.
I'll **** near border on paranoia.
But I'm easily proven wrong,
it won't take much to re-build my confidence.

I may very likely disappear,
from time to time.
I'm an enigmatic rambler,
and a vagabond.
I won't often buy you roses.
But I will show up after days in the wilderness,
with a heart full of love,
and a whiskey bottle stuffed full of wildflowers...
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