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Dodging Butterflies

Dodging butterflies
Rhythm and rhyme
Falling out of love with you
Was surely my biggest crime

Wishing you here
To reprieve it all out
Your winsome smile
Scraped at the shadow of doubt

The reason for answers
Seem to beg the question
To miss your lips
Defies all lingering suggestion

A rising half moon
No mysteries here
Pestering yearnings
Cranks out a lonely tear

But look inside
Nothing is clear
Come back over—
Help this helpless dear

Scattering fireflies
Summer’s last gasp
You fled me quick
And Love slipt my grasp

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Chopin Prelude Number 13

The pretext to context—
I’m not supposed to be here:
That’s what my father told me.
But here i am, dropping a tear.
Now, quit my next job,
As brother suffers the same.
How do i talk with you
To get out of this game?
i had a true love;
i failed her so bad;
Now i have a daughter—
Damn, how can I do ‘Dad?’
Pallbeared in Marble Falls,
A family ripped apart,
I can’t do this any more
With this ignorant heart.
Brother, thankfully, didn’t die,
Though anger rules his house.
I’d love to be of help,
But he only sees another louse.
So i put down these lines
To see where can I go—
Can we really ever help?
No? Yeah, I suppose I should know.
But here i am, dropping a tear.