Get up! Get up,
simply! Simply,
get up!
Ah,
the right answer to the wrong question.
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Happening in the loo
Sitting on the loo
getting refreshed,
when the start of them —
the words —
taking shape in my mind,
came to me.
Our sun shines bright on her
Half-moon over my head
Our sun shines bright on her
You light our night for the while you stand high
Standing brighter than the star so far
It’s only you (Version 2)
The ones I have loved; I still do.
I remember your shine.
The one I love; it’s only you.
I’ve filled my heart with your light.
Stretched—Strained
Stretched: lenghtened to the point of feeling tense;
Tensed.
Extended: drawn to the point of longing for relief;
Strained.
My Fear
This thing my fear
She lives in my bosom
Secret love
I hate her in my heart
But you could never tell
It’s only you
To the ones I have loved, I still do;
I remember your shine.
To the one I will love, it’s only you;
I’ll fill my heart with your light.
The self of rules
By rules I have made my self
By the rules I have bound my self
Slave to rules that have made my self
