Feather by Kay

Light as a feather

When I think of you

Thoughts of us together

Makes me

Want to be

With you forever

The land of paradise

Is where you take me to

Take me away

My life

My heart

I'd trade them for you any day

Caught in the wind

Like a feather in air

I wait for your song

Your words

Of love

Remind me we belong

Running to you

The arrow of god

Points me in your direction

Our fates

They clash

Drawn together by affection

Drifting away

Taking me back

This vast open sea

My dreams

Are vivid

Your love surrounds me

My Beautiful Rescue by This Providence

I've been jumping from the tops of buildings.

For the thrill of the fall.

Ignoring sound advice.

And any thought of consequence.

My bones are shattered.

My pride is shattered.

And in the midst of this self-inflicted pain.

I can see my beautiful rescue.

I'm falling more in love.

With every single word I withhold.

I'm falling more in love.

With every single word you say.

I'm falling head-over-heels for you.

I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.

At the top of my lungs I'm singing you a song.

Don't you leave me alone.

My bones were shattered.

My pride lay shattered.

Well I'll trample my pride and tell the whole world.

To dance with me.

I'm falling more in love.

With every single word I withhold.

I'm falling more in love.

With every single word you say.

I'm falling head-over-heels for you again.

Well I'm crying out.

"Wash my hands, these bloody hands Lord. Open my mouth and I'll sing."

I'm falling more in love.

With every single word I withhold.

I'm falling more in love.

With every single word you say.

I'm falling head-over-heels for you.

I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.

With you.

My Mistress' Eyes by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

__________________What He's Saying___________________

My lovers' eyes don't shine like the sun

Her lips are colorless

Her skin isn't nice

Her hair is like wires

I've seen beautiful red and white roses

But her cheeks aren't like the roses

I'm happier when I smell perfume

Than smelling her breath

I like listening to her

But I'd rather listen to music

I've never seen a goddess walk

But my lover drags herself around

And yet she's so special

And no other woman compares

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This is my favorite poem by Shakespeare. Even though she has all these unwanted characteristics. He sees beyond that. Love is blind. I wish more people could be like that but no. People are shallow and selfish. It's human nature. I admit I'm somewhat shallow. Selfish. Rare to find one that isn't.

"Do You Know" by Kay

Do you know

That I think about you

Almost everyday?

And it hurts

Because you don't think about me

In that kind of way

I'm to shy

To share what's inside

And tell you how I feel

Because I feel

That if I do I'll be rejected

A pain thats just to real

But I'm glad

I've been allowed to live

Under this sky so blue

And do you know

The only reason I'm glad is

I get to share it with you