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Please let me be your hero

Just for a day

Let me be your Superman

Just for one day

My confidence is greater than

Just for a day

The absolute zero

Just for one day

I promise I am worthy

For this one day

I promise I am strong

Just for a day

My feelings are not wrong

A single day

And my mind is earthy

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I don’t really know where this came from but here goes anyway… Enjoy. ;)

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Hero, hero

Hero, hero

Hero, hero

I wanna be a hero, hero

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Despite the painful throes, despite the frenzied slings,

Despite the sharp arrows and their poisonous stings,

Of outrageous fortune that makes play seriously

Both fanfares, out of tune, simultaneously,

Those two, wildly ticking away as time would do,

And yet such nitpicking about which much ado,

And yet they remain mute to one another’s ears,

Thus matures the lone fruit stuck into the old gears,

Despite the strange wild cards that have somehow been dealt,

Despite the broken shards of all that has been felt,

Despite the obstacles which this life threw at us,

Or the dark spectacles which realities muss

Since the time we both met, despite those that rained down

Upon me or have yet to turn into a frown,

Despite the fact it feels we’ve already parted,

As if the world reveals it has never started,

I cannot say in truth that this life I regret,

I trust upon my youth I need not to forget,

For, see, my universe will never be the same;

What I mean by this verse is that I’m glad you came…

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So there is a snake

Silently slithering

Across sun and stars,

Swallowing centuries

Since the stellar smiles;

Some say someone

Or something sentient

Sent said serpent

So as to seek something.

It started small and sickly,

Somewhere silent and somber,

Feasting on sadness, sorrow,

Sincerely pursuing,

Selfishly consuming

Lost souls and spirits,

Subsequently swelling,

Such as someday

Sooner than expected,

Searching for something else,

Somehow seeing the sea

Should sooth the soul of the beast.

Surely this shall be so and save us.

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Let me describe the heavens of my mind to you:

The sky is vast and always blue, the sun is high,

The wind is warm, soft on the skin and clouds roam by,

Hopes are many, joys are intense and mistakes few,

When something gets bad or worse, you can start anew,

If you don’t succeed, again you can always try,

A world with beginnings, endings, but no adieu,

For it is gone only the time for a goodbye…

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Clearly not my best work here but indulge me.

To be re written.

Probably.

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This morning when he looked

In the mirror he saw

Something that was crooked,

Something evilly raw,

It wasn’t in the stare

Nor in the small shy smile,

– He never though his style

To let it somehow scare

Him oh so profoundly –

Rather something other,

Something that brought about

Uncertainty and doubt,

Not that it did bother

For he went candidly.

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It’s on the tip of my tongue,

It’s at the edge of my breath,

It is the truth to my lie,

The feeling I keep in check;

Breathing cool on my neck,

In the corner of my eye,

Oh it is my drug, my meth,

I wonder, “what if I sung?”;

It is true, I am still young,

Barely know alpha from beth,

But I feel it in the sky :

Strange, irresistible beck,

I can barely keep in check

Screaming at me to just try

But I fear this form of death,

The bells have yet to be wrung.

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In these wide fields of gold

Many stories untold

Lie dormant in the shade

As melodies of old

Voices and rusted blade

Echo but never fade…

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