love story

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love story

sometimes a love story
is just that and no more
a love story
with no end

for me it was love
at first sight
although I never believed
in such a thing
until I saw the smile
in your eyes

you took a little longer
but I watched
with patience
as you grew to love me too

I was in no hurry
I knew already
that there would never be
anyone else
that you were not
my first love
but you would certainly
be my last

time has passed
and we still spend our lives
hand in hand
eye to eye
heart to heart
and every time we are apart
I miss you so much
it hurts

sometimes a love story
is just that and no more
a love story
with no end

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family

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Running Scared

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The little Giant

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blue leaves

blue leaves by phil burns

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exile

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flower of perfection

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birds in pairs

birds in pairs by phil burns

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cicadas

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fall from grace

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fall from grace

when I was so much younger
I was mean and wild and cruel
I rejected all authority
stomped on every petty rule

my body was a canvas
my hair a work of art
designed to be offensive
showing that I stood apart

so when Satan called me to him
I spat right in his face
I have no time for failure
I reject his fall from grace

now as I’m growing older
I’m a man without a home
no cares no love no sentiment
I am evil all alone

but I’ve transgressed for the last time
I’m chained in this too holy place
I watch them build the gallows
for my final fall from grace

Please note that due to the changes recently enforced upon us by WordPress I plan to phase out this blog.
All my writing will appear on https://ceayr.com/ where I have already transferred the bulk of my posts from the past 8+ years.
I will post a weekly link to this new site for the foreseeable future.
Thank you for your support, I hope you will continue to visit.

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