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I’m in love with you
And I’m not sure on what to do
Because your my bestfriend
And I don’t wanna mess it all up in the end
I’m fairly certain you could never have feelings for me
So ill just let it be
Looking at you I can’t find a single thing I don’t admire
You fuel me; you’re like my only desire
From your head to your toes from your mind to your soul
You had me, from the moment I first laid eyes on you
And still I see that you’re the only one for me
But to tell you this, shows confidence that I never thought exist
So ill keep this close, hidden away
And ill save it for that one true day
When I can finally say how much I love you
Dustin MacDougall
Breaking Civilization
A lonely fish
swims in a lake of fire
Its wings are gone, it cannot fly
Sitting outside on the stoop
A man stumbles up to you
He demands money and your soul
He only leaves with cash
Your soul is in the hands of Lucifer now
All he does is let it bleed about
An engineer is surveying a healthy land
Days of hard work he is never seen again
A man could wait for a light to come
Doing so would result in his face being gone
The figure in the mirror yells back
But nobody is near enough to hear
We all have become deaf in part of the crowd
Break them apart and they aren’t so loud
The hair of the beast will make a nice pelt
Too bad none of us thought about how that felt
The lightening storm has blown past with no death
It’s a shame there are very few people left
Overreacting is a daily routine
Like B.I.G. said
“since the age of thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene”
What have we done to wrong all this right
Cant be our attitude, or the animals
we pick to fight
Maybe our thoughts and how we opened many doors
Not that either, cause we are all selfish whores
I don’t feel like writing so good evening for now
I will see you soon, remember it is a small town
Robbie Squires
swims in a lake of fire
Its wings are gone, it cannot fly
Sitting outside on the stoop
A man stumbles up to you
He demands money and your soul
He only leaves with cash
Your soul is in the hands of Lucifer now
All he does is let it bleed about
An engineer is surveying a healthy land
Days of hard work he is never seen again
A man could wait for a light to come
Doing so would result in his face being gone
The figure in the mirror yells back
But nobody is near enough to hear
We all have become deaf in part of the crowd
Break them apart and they aren’t so loud
The hair of the beast will make a nice pelt
Too bad none of us thought about how that felt
The lightening storm has blown past with no death
It’s a shame there are very few people left
Overreacting is a daily routine
Like B.I.G. said
“since the age of thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene”
What have we done to wrong all this right
Cant be our attitude, or the animals
we pick to fight
Maybe our thoughts and how we opened many doors
Not that either, cause we are all selfish whores
I don’t feel like writing so good evening for now
I will see you soon, remember it is a small town
Robbie Squires
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