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Opened up the door to a winter storm
Never felt ice like that
Never felt such empty

So, pop some sunshine to warm
the cool places, some rays
to brighten the dark

All the shadows are having foot races
and all the distance in between
is the finish line

Strings lost in the brass section
Soulful introvert stories deafened
behind the white noise

Might as well bee on Ganymede
Speaking derelict gibberish
for all the people that listen

Never learned the friendship of silence
Popping M&M's to expand like sponges
into the empty places

Never knew we were computers
until we were at the mercy
at someone's control

And I never knew we related
until there was nothing left
to relate to.

~JLE~
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I was never more lost then when our

lips found one another,



never more wrong then when you

gave me something you shouldn't have,



looking for somewhere to store your blame

and me, to willing to hold it for you,



but I read all your letters in the braille of

your goosebumps , heard your secrets



in your breath on my neck, and felt

your regrets in the bristle of your legs.



~JLE~
I know that I am only a two stop town
in a world full of cities

And that my heart is full of roadblocked
one way streets,

But I know how the sun feels in it's
love affair with Pluto. Longing,

Barely reaching the surface, but still reaching,
providing no warmth but still shining.
Baby, I know how the sun feels,
always seeing the bright sides
and never seeing the shadows.

And the sun knows that it's uncontrollable,
claiming burn victims as it fuels it's
affections. Destroying habitable
atmospheres and not being able to help it.

The thing about leaving small towns
is that everyone knows you left.

Everyone still remembers the time you
rolled your car dodging that dog
that's always digging out trash
and everyone still remembers that trip
that changed your life and the
story that you don't tell anyone.

The thing about leaving small towns
is that everyone comes back.

~JLE~
Baby there are so many words

I'd love to say, words that you'd

never hear without first hearing

my silence.

There are things I'd love to show you;

things you could already paint down

on canvas but never through

my eyes.

There was one night when you were

floating off to bliss and I was trapped

in the irony that you'd painted my toes

blood red.

It never got lost on me that

I gave you the key to the city

for burning down

city hall.

I know you have more flight than

a gander of geese and I have

more foundation than the

capitol city

and mostly I know that I'm just

the small town you couldn't wait

to leave, regardless of the lights calling

you home.

~JLE~
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Every time you feed me the question that
I'm hungry for, I find my mouth full, chewing.

How do I tell you what's on my mind
when I've already watched this crash course
ending a hundred times and I still turn the ignition?

Baby, I'm not huffing and puffing
that's just me shoving air between my
heart and my nerves; that's just my
lungs damning my heart for this beating.

And I'm not saying anyone has fault,
because it's hard to fault emotions,
it's hard to fault drunken second guesses
when fingertips do all the thinking and
lips are too busy with kissing, for talking.

I say we are the same and you say,
"No, that you let people in and don't let them
know, but I let them know, but not it,'
but baby, nobody knows anything.

We only feel

And when I feel that wall at the
ending for the 101st time I wonder
what it is that you feel, because sometimes
not trusting feels so much like trusting,
because sometimes regret feels like desire
and sometimes closing down feels like

opening up.

A wise woman once said to me,
"It just sounds like you're just
afraid to commit, not to her, or a woman,
man, you're afraid of life."

~JLE~
So, saw an "ex" fucking in a parking lot. Didn't know whether to be sad, angry, or disappointed. Turns out I was all three. Suhweet.

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thanks for the favourite :)
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Thanks for the watch, I'll try and get some more work up soon :) For now, I will return the favor.
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