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How many times...

How many times have I looked at your face and wondered where you strayed.
Wondered to what memories you wandered or what secret hopes filled your heart.
Wondered in doubtful times if you wanted to leave, to find another life where only gentel chimes echoed across the morning lighy and church bells ring triumphantly at midnight.
I know I bring a fractured love, a heard peiced together at great cost, eyes scarred from too much seeing and ears dimmed with a plethora of sounds.
I bring you a face marked by times relentless sculpting...
A memory circumscribed by joy and disappointment..
A mind cluttered with unfinished plans and half-completed hopes.
But most of all I only bring myself, with all the love and courage and tenderness I possess.
And I only fear when I look at you - withdrawn and distant -
And wonder where you strayed...
      *Unknown
Love Is A Magnificent Thing
Love is a magnificent thing
If you enjoy always arguing
If you enjoy someone not always being there for you
It's great fun if you don't mind the problems
The lying and the hurting
Everything is perfect except for the yearning.

Love is a magnificent thing
If you like the constant yelling
If you like someone constantly hurting you
Great fun when you aren't too busy crying
Too busy sighing, or too busy dying
Everything is perfect except for the lying.

Love is the most beautiful thing
When you're kissing
When you're hugging
When you're dancing
When you're just together
Feeling like no one could touch the two of you.

But then after all of the loving, crying
And lying and really caring deeply for him
Comes the end
When you discover he's been cheating.
~ Broken ~
Sit back wait to bleed
Take your hands and tear me open
I'm just a book, too hard to read
I know the words, but they aren't spoken
Happiness a page away
You drop the book, I start all over
Soul searching so endlessly
Turn the page to what I see
I see your face, the window pane
Now I'm broken
Corruption to my brain
I sit back, I wait to bleed
Take your hands and tear me open
It's getting dark, too dark to see
I'm all alone and now I'm broken
Sit back to take a drink
A bit too much, I fall over
It's getting hard, too hard for me
Take it way
I'm still broken.
    ~ Jeromy Hutton
Crazy
It's crazy how you can know someone
For almost your entire life
But not really know them at all.

It's crazy how you can think about someone
They go through your mind, all hours of the day
But yet, you haven't seen them in months.

It's crazy how you can remember every feature
Their nose, eyes, mouth, and sweet lips
But it seems that you've never been close to them long enough.

It's crazy how you only want one person
For you whole life
But never realize it, until you've lost them.

It's crazy how you were all he ever wanted
While the two of you were growing up
But now he wants nothing to do with you.

Now the role is reversed
He's all you want and you'd do anything for him
But he got sick of waiting, and now you're screwed.
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