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Mothers-day, joy. i feel so bad i only bought her a card, i had no idea what the hell to get her, i bought myself shoes and my aunt a little fairy thing and a card and for my mom i just couldnt find anything. shes not here anyways of course, out with her boyfriend, and she thinks i spend too much time with tyler. I'll just run to the store today and buy her some bull shit little nik nak and give it to her tomarow morning. she'll be fine. POEM:

cautious is this heart
so soft and gentle,
like water the rough hands soaking through and through
unto the shores
of the quiet bay
quietly, quietly,
listening as I say,
the little words you've longed to hear
the words that you have held so dear.
The words that linger
in my tears,
but wont pass through the opening
of my mouth,
I've tried and tried so many times
I cry and cry but as I try
the words dont seem to come.
Like flowers in a field
flowing like the water in the breeze
I break down, falling to my knees,
the words I cannot say
expressed in many ways.
Dirt beneath my nails
I shuffle through the sand,
the soft land, the meadow
of a grassy pillow beneath
my head
as i rest and rest and sleep away reality,
sleep away reality,
avoiding the words I long to say
avoiding the words you long to hear
avoiding what we both might fear,
the words that change the looks of things,
the words that no one knows what brings,
a dream
a scream
a team of two,
a new beginning with me and you,
a friendship that might grow too tight
or worse we might begin to fight,
but the words still linger
and float gently throughout my mind,
but the words I still cant seem to find.