Two^Sixteen

As I lay here beside you;
All my dreams come true;
Because all I dream about;
Is laying next to you.

Here are some random poem/writey things I wrote last night (well.. this morning technically).

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Standing on the edge of the end;
Choose your words carefully;
For they will be the last things your loved ones hear;
Before you give them your bullets;
To protect them from the horror to come.

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I think nothing of myself;
Only of you.
All of my hopes and dreams;
Can sit on a shelf;
If it will make you happy.

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The pretty pink flower does not ask questions;
It does not expect answers;
Maybe this is what keep the pretty pink flower;
Pretty and pink.

The iron man is strongest of all. Nothing can penetrate his skin.
Not the warmth of the sun, not the breath of the wind, not even love.

He will live through everything in life, unhurt, but so alone.

So take off the iron skin, and let the pain caress you. Your friends are here to take away the hurt.

Here I stand on the shoulders of giants, and I pity them, for they can see everything;
They can see the fires of burning cities in far away lands,

they can hear the screams of the fallen in distant warzones;
but for this, they are closer to God than I ever will be.

It is their burden and their reward;
To see everything is a terrible price.

I want to get down.