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A song for you.

A song so that you will hear what I hear,
That you will look at me and see my heart,
How words trickle and run like a painters brush,
How they all are aching to reach out and grab,
Onto any hint of something between us,
Any tiny speck of a pale blue dot that is a habitable planet,
In a solar system that is so completely resistant,
To all forms of any intelligent life,
I just want to see a little light,
At the end of the tunnel.

I used to be the star,
Never sat a game out,
A winner a champion a leader,
But I got tired of all the fame,
And in all the star struck shame,
I took myself out like a worthless lout,
Now I’m handing the next best water,
Like a silent waiter.

But this grade C restaurant is leaving a bad aftertaste,
And when I take my mind away from what I wanted,
I start to let you creep into my head,
And all the times that there was innocence turn,
Just like dancers in the hall,
I quickly begin to learn,
That what I said I will have to eat it all,
So maybe—

No.
Forget that noise.

I’m afraid,
I am afraid that I will miss out,
On something that i was supposed to have,
Something I was supposed to need to be,
When was the last time I wasn’t scared?
When was the last time I forgot to do my hair?
To take a shower and not put on cologne,
To screw brushing my teeth three times day,
And to stop trimming my nails and saying that its not gay,
When was the last time I never cared?

Why should I give two flips?
If you think I shouldn’t piece my lip,
If she says that my hair would be ugly,
If my jeans aren’t as skinny as his,
If I don’t look my most fly everyday,
Why should I care the tiniest bit?

Maybe I care for a one reason,
One person,
One set of eyes,
One heart beat,
One smile,
One laugh,
One hand to hold in mine,
One dream I have.

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