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Come back to the world
for you’re my girl
Remember, my dear
you are here
Whoever had you before
doesn’t matter anymore
They have lost this race
being too far out of space
Can you grab your thoughts
and put them in a box
that is labeled “me”
since I am what you see
It is me you should love
no matter who you to be above
You are here with me aware to care
so there is no reason to go back there
Come back to my world
and stay my girl

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Words of Nefie

She didn’t want to talk to me. That was too depressing…

The Misadventure of Bobby James

 

Words of Nefie

I’ve learned too well; something sub par will not conquer hell.

“I Remember Everything” 

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Beds of daffodils and roses
blowing sweet perfume to the noses
Buttercups and bluebells
along in the lingering smell
Violets, daises, and tulips
in colors so fluid
Lavenders, lilacs, and lilies
brings the heel of Achilles
to the strongest of all
And, begins the call
A whisper so soft
you believe words to be false
Nothing more than the wind
as you hear the words again
You wade through the meadows
of soft sweet petals
drawing nearer, and nearer
hearing words clearer, and clearer
“Don’t come to me
for I’m nothing to be”
It’s more psychedelic than zinnia
and more refined than azalea
Who could resist
the beauty of this
soft, sweet words
never before heard
Who’d clearly cry
only to hide
You follow more
to what you adore
On a trail of pretty things
to what pretty sings
“Don’t come to me
for I’m nothing to be”
You keep down the way
of primrose and sage
wanting joyful jolly
amongst the holly
You get closer
as you go over lucky clovers
ready to pick the thyme
with whom entrances your mind
You come to see
a gathering of leaves
Suddenly, a form appears
of not what’s held dear
Flowery beauty blows away in a gust
and no longer shows what you lust
There’s a darkness so stark
it startles your heart
The beautiful marigold
is lifeless and cold
In the flower bed
all the flowers are dead
You wince at the rot
In the wind, forget me not

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This little birdie came to me
surprisingly
She landed on my shoulder
I loved to hold her
She was so beautiful
her song matched, too
I held her in my hand
while she sang and danced
This made me smile
I loved her in heaps and piles
Sometimes, she’d cry
and I wondered why
I gave my ear to say
but she’d just walk away
I don’t know why
my love was denied
I begged her not to go
as she moved to the window
But, with sad eyes
she left with barely a goodbye

Words of Nefie

we all have a past love; save the best for last love.

Words of Nefie

It’s hard to have bad things happen and not understand why. It’s why we find things to believe in. Believe in whatever gets you through the day.