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A while back, maybe a year or so...I wrote these songs for a girl I thought I was in love with named Bre. She was beautiful, but I found her songs I wrote for her and they were writing patterns of my old ways. So I rewrote them but still maintained the same message...so here is one and there will most likely be more to come.
Miss Blue Eyes, with blue eyes ever so gorgeous,
With Blue Eyes, that say you will never afford us,
A smirk a grin, behind red lips, her slow smile sits,
Does she sense her beauty, in all those profile pics,
Is she aware of all the songs, that I’ll soon write,
If only the stars above could spare the moonlight,
As I fly in space, I’ll try and face, as I lie in waste,
Knowing beauty makes Venus and Mars begin war,
Eyes so brilliant, I wonder if the stars see anymore,
Would she comet, I would ever try and write bars,
On the traces of nebulas, and just the bright stars,
And as I sketch out the universe, soon light scars,
Form, and my poems all float away with no form,
But somehow I know my cold heart will grow warm,
Even as I traverse through this growing snow storm,
I’ll travel until I hear that slow song, she sings mine,
Travel until I my eyes grow strong, her wings shine,
I write of her, ‘til my ink is gone, ‘til my lead is dull,
She is my ecstasy, I feel nothing short of incredible,
Her aroma makes her Jezebel, I hope her sin is edible,
I clear my mind of her, but my once again head is full,
Of the thought that even her imperfections are perfect,
Around her, my mind fumbles phrases, my words get,
Jumbled, and even if I just have to stare at her profile,
If I say a thousand jokes, all I want is her slow smile,
Breeze a bee with a stinger, and she stings awfully,
How I earn her love, I look in her eyes and sing softly,
What if I write a serious song with a corny chorus, Bre,
What if I write yours and mine names in a forest tree,
I’m angry when you wear glasses, each lens hides eyes,
Each pupil emulates the purest ocean, then tides rise,
What if I told you, that when I look in your blue eyes,
I see only my reflection, and then the clearest two skies,
She can easily turn lines to pages, imprison mind in cages,
She turns a cold night to day, her smile brings it right away,
I want to tell her something, that for a kiss on the cheek,
That when she’s gone, not only am I missin’ her speak,
I find, I’d climb the tallest mountains, ‘til the tips of peaks,
‘Til my grip is weak, repeat your name ‘til my lip is weak,
I would hold her with my hands, fingers givin’ her ten tips,
But reserve one finger to quietly calm her quiverin’ lips,
Her whole body shakes, I feel against me, her shiverin’ hips,
I’ll hold this cold angel, through winter until springtime,
I’ll do it, just so I can see those beautiful angel wings shine,
Then, without saying a note, she has a song and sings mine,
And it mimic’s even the most beautiful morning birdie’s song,
If I said I’m leaving you, well you must have heard me wrong,
I’ll hold her until morning, and if we never ever see dawn,
At least I’ll know, that I’ll have her forever and beyond,