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I write words to the pictures I take.
Poet…
Well…
Maybe…
I guess I create content.
But definitely a cemeterian in Missouri and a drummer…
Rick
We all have a little spring inside us…
And once it’s time to push away the dark and cold…
We need to let the sun in…
So our souls can grow…
The sky tonight…
Like each and every night…
Is empty…
Unless you are in my sight…
Each day we breathe…
Is a day…
We have succeeded…
You are all I ever wanted…
But my dreams battle the reality…
With the distance…
Of our bridge to totality…
Another day we wait…
For good things to follow…
But we cannot hesitate…
We must make our tomorrow…
Her heart was entangled by vines…
I wish to free it…
One vine at a time…
Sunday mornings…
Make our scar tissue…
A little softer…
I can feel your hurt…
I can feel your fire…
And as it burns…
I’ll find a way to extinguish it…
The birds sing and the flowers bloom…
Every time…
I think of you…
Unconditionally…
Rick
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