The Road Home

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Yes, you found it,
This is the road,
The one that’ll take me home.
Country girl,
With a heart for rock-n-roll.
Listening to your music,
Takes me there again,
Dark rooms with neon lights.
Strings that soothe,
The tremors at night.
Being swept away to a beat,
Fuels a passion inside me.
Drinks which prove,
A bleeding heart,
Will do just about anything.
Dance with you and with him,
Either way I lose myself with them.
This time I’m wiser,
I know what I want.
Leadership,
On the dance floor.
Submission,
To a higher power.
A desire,
With swift awakenings.
Wrap me in your lyrics,
Teach me with your strings,
Let’s dance.
Allowing, your lead.

White

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Beautiful
White magnolia

Virgin to the light
Found craving the heat
Lost in the strength of leaves
Shining source of simplicity
Finally unfolding her elegance
Sun found waiting patiently
No inhibitions linger
Spreading her petals for him

Knowing she was meant for his arms

Our Fantasy

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I’m a dreamer and nothing more
Reality, much easier to ignore
This green is a part of me
Sings sweet music
Of folklore
Fairy dust
Fair maidens, it seems
Be my Robin Hood
You have to
You must
These tears
Falling are true
I’m nothing without you
Lost in a reality
I don’t understand
Yet, clarity
You seem to understand
Take control
Sing the verse
Let your strings
Pour through first
Lay with me
Under this fantasy tree
Put your able hands
All over me
Passion a must
You, I trust

Living In A Love Song

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If we lived in a love song

Who would we be
I’m often left wondering
Are we only friends
Maybe star crossed lovers
Music would admit the latter

If we lived in a love song

Immortalized for others
This life wouldn’t matter
Together singing their love story
Living for them
Yet, moving together, oblivious

If we lived in a love song

Tell me, where would we go
Visions of our destination
Would our love help others
Show fate has reason and rhyme
A purpose, for living sublime

If we lived in a love song

(Now, go back and read it bottom to top. Yeah, I just tried. Kinda cool…~ Aud)

Raindrops Have Names

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The dark clouds were here when I woke up this morning. The pinging sound on the window panes, as each raindrop hits, beckons me. Raindrops knocking at my soul. Reflective puddles growing in size right outside, so similar to what needs to be accomplished in myself today. The rain is taking the lead and nourishing everything green, and me. The scene has been set. The rain arriving today, of all days, is poetic comedy. A satire, it seems. It sums me up perfectly, don’t you agree? Oh, how I love a double entendre.

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Defenseless

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Your love, Babe
Could carry me away
Leaves me wishing
I could call you
My Darling
My Lover
My Life
I’ve often dreamed
Your arms are wings
Gliding through the morning air
Waking me gently
Providing a protective covering
For me to lean on
Your words and voice
I desire
Hopelessly watching them
Weaken my reserve
Leaving me defenseless
I sense you fluttering
In the breezy wind of my soul
Offering me
Light and delicate notes
Soothing
My ideas of you
As if you already know