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from the song Thoughts Over
Coffee …
You’re
a vision of which I’m quite fond.
I’m unaware how to respond
To things you have expressed to me,
Seductive-, yet subconsciously.
Are you even, in fact, aware?
You can’t help notice that I stare
Into your eyes from distances.
These moments are just instances
In time, I find I won’t forget
At future times when I’ll regret
That nothing more had happened here
Than courage that would disappear
And not return in time to say
To you that up until this day
I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes
That made heartfelt emotions rise
So strongly that I’d lack to see
Myself behave so selfishly
By thinking that I had a chance
With you, you put me in a trance
In which …
from the song Mind …
I don’t know why I’ve got you
locked inside my head.
Perhaps I’ll ponder the problem of body and mind instead.
Deception, evil geniuses tampering with my heart.
I live another day deducing from Descartes.
from the song That One Song …
Dedications sung in song,
If you’re aware then I’ve been wrong
And thankful I would be, ’cause we
Could get together finally,
Unless you’ve different sentiments
And won’t return love to from whence
It came, at which time I would write
Another song, this time to spite
The feelings that you won’t return.
See, bitterness can also yearn,
And you’ll be known, from here on out,
As “that bitch that guy wrote that one song about.”
from the song Bad High School
Poetry …
I learned guitar, and that was good,
But my poems lived on whether or not they should,
So I turned them into songs as best I could.
Now buy my albums, please, if you would.
On the back of my homework, bad high school poetry.
Each page of my notebook, bad high school poetry.
Each day during Chemistry, bad high school poetry.
I wrote it in History, bad high school poetry.
My teen-age years spent written down in ignorant stupidity,
Instead of taking notes I penned bad high school poetry.
from the song Countless Nights
Alone …
Each time you let me be,
All I will ever see
Are countless nights alone,
And caution that I’d never thrown,
Countless nights alone.
The tears my eyes have made
Have soaked my own parade,
And I dry out on my own
On countless nights alone.
I’ve been begging for your arms around me,
A gentle kiss, embraced securely,
Your caring warmth and mine together,
All that I’ve shed, I’m not sure whether
It’s only just a tear
Each night that you’re not here
On countless nights alone
Like all the tears the wind has blown,
Countless nights alone.
You’ve hidden in the shade
From love I never made,
And I have to hold my own
On countless nights alone.
from the song Fuck Me, Cheryl …
The compliments I’ve paid you
aren’t free,
And you can’t seem to sense my subtlety.
Cheryl, I want to gaze into your eyes.
Fuck me, Cheryl. I need your warmth between my thighs.
Fuck me, Cheryl. You have to realize
I want to make love to you.
Though you might seem to be just a good friend,
The look in your eyes drives me out of my head.
Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me?
Please don’t ignore what you’d rather forget.
The desires you’ve summoned are here,
And from them, you frequently flee in fear.
Acknowledge what you do to me, I implore,
For I can’t forego fucking you anymore!
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©2003 Brian Michael
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