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Last Good-byeLoving him is like a stone in the heart,
Not ever knowing whether he actually does care
Or if it's just all pretend. Making a fresh start
And actually having it work is rare.
Wishing that my heart was as strong as steel
So this pain I feel inside wouldn't hurt so bad.
My heart may still hafta' heal,
But all the feelings are welling up making me sad.
But babe the way you make me feel
Is almost unnatural, I would do almost anything
To have you as my own, even though the wish's unreal.
But all I find myself doing is wishing and hoping.
This is for the one whose smile is brighter then the night sky,
But consider this my one and only good-bye.
The Ones With WingsThe sky bleeds through with sunlight
As the angles sing a song of love and happiness,
A feeling that we cannot truly feel,
Even those who have found the one
They want to love, and hold forever on,
Do not love the way and angle does.
With love ever so pure
And faces carved to be beautiful,
They protect us as the guardians
Of god, but forgetting the ones they love
Is harder than it looks, for their love is strong and pure.
So run away with them, to a world of love
Where the ones you love are waiting,
The forgotten hero's lying in their graves,
So go home to the one, those one who cares
And the ones who have forgotten what its like, to truly live,
So run, run with them to a place as beautiful as the ocean blue,
And more exotic than the rain forest of South America,
To a place filled with sunlight, and the ones with wings,
To a place where all who are care about are there, to a life free of fear.
Let Your Soul be FreeMay you Shlomo rest in peace forever.
Let yourself have peace of mind knowing
all will be alright.
May you be remember for your sacrifices.
May you forgive all those who have harmed you.
May you find your wide Sarah and Tzipora.
May you be healed of the wounds a pound your body.
May your soul sore above the clouds
let it go and be free.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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