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The BeginningTwo strangers pass each other on the street
They both look up but their eyes never meet
Avoiding glances like mice would to cats
Who would have guessed it would end up like that?
Neither empty smile reaches hollow eyes
Can't make a living off of hopeless lies
A stranger's face in one she'd known so well
Both know something's wrong, but they'll never tell
They'd both seen it coming from miles away
Though they tried to save it, things got worse day by day
Hurtling like a comet crashing to earth
No stopping it now, for all they were worth
She can't sing her song without any tune
Without any wings, she can't fly to the moon
Color BluePurple divided by red
Or green, subract the yellow,
What a lonely, throbbing fellow.
Broken hearts torn at the seams,
An arrow shot straight through the dreams,
Try to keep the tears from falling,
Do your best to keep from calling,
Attempting to break the drone of misery,
Alone in a crowd of solitude and pain,
Pushing against the onset of rain,
Attempt to erase the ache and fear,
Over a wailing sax and a pint of beer.
Men without a cause, longing for the sand,
An umbrella in the drink in hand,
Light sparkling like diamonds in the seas,
Or just a time less fickle than the breeze.
StarlightDon't go wishing on a falling star,
You've gotta love the way you really are.
So don't go wanting what you haven't got,
Don't go being someone who you're not.
Look in the mirror there and tell me what you see.
No, you don't look like a star from TV.
But their smiles can't light up their eyes...
You're more of a star than those walking lies.
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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