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guys & gals
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by [Sim75 ]

2009-04-21  |     | 

from this friendship I’ve learned that
these things count
in no particular order

you could want to know 10 times more
about someone you’ve never seen
than about someone you’ve seen 10 times

gals are pretty & stupid
you send them a love song
and they fall for it
gals are vertical
they rise up, dust themselves off
and play music again

you can invite someone into your life
through the front door
come dare take my hand
I’m giving it out for free
been through a lot so far
so that you could comfortably lean on me

judging can only be done in pairs
male & female
and under Godly supervision

if x loves y and y loves z
x should love z by compassion

people can be alike
and in alikeness they can alienate themselves from the truth

questions answered with another question
prompt reader’s block

there are those who do not seek the love in truth
for fear it would make them too happy

movies can be seen together

there are ways to show a bright day
by popping a positive song
into the dusty stereo of a cab

drivers are there to take people to destinations
sometimes they take them to places in their heads
other times to places in their hearts
and it makes them cry
pinned to the sidewalk

blindness is when we get to complain
of too much sunshine

those who rely on books, music, and movies
for nourishment
should be served in small portions

at times negativity grows uncontrollably like ivy
on the walls of one’s soul
making it shadowy and cold

trust is when he lets you hear a song of his
that he’s not really happy with
but once you’ve heard it
it sounds better

there are dialogues that hit the page
and words that nest in the unsaid
the latter never make it into the ears
but crawl under the skin and itch

when the topics river runs dry
one or both rush out and live a little
and they feed off those moments
for days

then there are the spaces and the nights
for thinking
if they should think a little
or a lot

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