Stories of a Stranger

I do a lot of things to distract me from being alone. They don't always work.

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a proposal

when you said yes by the beach

i could drown in your love

the lifeguard was off duty

and the sun set above

the waves and onto

your finger

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100

Has it truly been a hundred days and a thousand little words i write to you the irregular beating of my heart daily i miss you so

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099

Just a summer ago I fell in love I think I'm still falling

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098

I don't think I'll ever Be able to wash away the memories Same with the sand In my shorts

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097

Sometimes I think about you soooo much I forget what to say When you say hi

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096

Listening to the music we used to love together But you're not across the car Across the continent instead

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095

These eyes are tired Bleary and redeemed From missing you

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094

It takes ten thousand hours to master a skill and it's taken ten thousand falls to learn how to walk but walk i shall

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093

Another morning without you by my side But another morning closer to you

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092

Did you dream of walking Across the sky and clouds Only to find yourself Still on ground?

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091

Three months in a strangers bed The maids make every morn But the pillows still, they hate my head And the blankets are never warm The room and carpet, enough for one But it all still seems so small Free hbo and cable tv, But I'd take home over it all

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090

No matter how often I run Swim or climb or lift Trying to better my lungs You always take my breath away

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089

If i could go back to meet that stringy long haired boy in the corner a self labeled loser i'd tell him chin up, buddy you're going to make it

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088

What was supposed to be A well of creativity Has suddenly gone dry

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087

The end of school, what a day And yet the time to then Seems so far away

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086

I think you are perfect Even without the mask Of make up and mascara

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085

A month left! A month left! They cried As the calender marked Day eighty five