The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor.
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promi
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
