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Kissing hours past
By Luke Wetzler

You are beautifull though you dont know it.
You hide your face everytime I say it.
You smile and giggle and say thank you,
But you dont need to thank me, for what I say is true.
I love it when you lay gently in my arms.
When you do I feel I'll never come to harm.
I love the smile on your sweet lips everytime we kiss.
For in that one short moment our entire lives are bliss.
The gentle warmth of your soft skin, as I hold you tight
Always makes me feel as if everythings all right.
As we lay upon your porch Kissing hours past,
I feel as if these moments will forever last. heart



Want
By Luke Wetzler

Want to hold you want to keep you want you in my life
want to love you want to have you as my lovely wife.
Want to shower you with gifts, and show oyu that I care
want you to rely on my as someone whos always there.
Want to give you all my love, and get yours in exchange
want to know your in my life instead your out of range.
For you are here for me to see, but never touch or hold
and every day that I see you, my skin and blood go cold
I doubt you'll hear this for I wont tell
but inside i'll scream and yell.
Everyday inside i'll scream
but in sleep of you i'll dream.
My heart and love I gave you both
and in gods court i'll take an oath.
That weather or not im happy or sad
you can change it for good or for bad.
Now you know how I really feel,
Please tell me what you feel is real.


Your Game
By Luke Wetzler

Pain in body, pain in mind.
for what im searching, i'll never find.
A place where I can call hoime
and suffer silently all alone.
To try to find it is to no avail
many times I try and fail.
You open doors that soon close
I curse this path that I chose.
Every day it's all the same,
for me it's life, for you a game.
You played with all of my emotions
often sending me false notions.
With every little peck or kiss
your soft sweet lips I will miss.
For now you hate me, though I dont know why
when thinking about it I want to cry.
I thought that we would last awhile
for at every sight of me you'd smile.
all good things must have an end
left alone my wounds will mend.
In this poem your names not said,
Though I love you to me your dead.


Him and Her
By Luke Wetzler

Blades of steel
spill the blood she'd feel.
This is not a dream, Her pain is real.

She sliced the skin
hopeing death would win.
Her life grows dim
because of him.

He's in his room behind a locked door.
Fresh crimson flows to cover his floor.
He felt guilt he knew he hurt her
Her death killed him as his words did her.

They killed themselves but it was homicide.
She did it out of sorrow. He died for pride.

If she hadn't done it, he'd still be alive.
If he hadn't killed her she woudn't have died.

He didnt kill her in a physical way,
but he broke her poor heart, and thus dug her grave.