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You Are Enough 

You are enough. 

Perhaps I just want more. 

You are enough. 

Perhaps I need more. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps I want you to speak up. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps I don’t want you to be shy. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps I want you to be more open. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps I want you to love yourself. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps I want you to see it completely.

You are enough, 

Perhaps I want us to evolve. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps I don’t say it enough. 

You are enough, 

Perhaps you just don’t see it. 

Silence in Solitude 

Solitude stood still between the vortex and the prism. 

Solitude shook hands with the desperate sun and dried up grass. 

Solitude dismissed the door of anger and walls of darkened hate. 

Solitude walks along the beach of crystal castles in the air. 

Solitude remembers the innocent and ignores the chainsmokers. 

Solitude reveals the truth and washes away the frustration. 

Solitude doesn’t steal the thunder, it falls like confetti and not the rain. 

Scorching Memories 

She gave me a starlight moment, 

She gave me a captivating sensation. 

She gave me more than I could ever expect. 

She gave me a ray of sunshine.

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She gave me a bottle of passion to drink. 

She gave me a dash of spice. 

She gave me goosebumps from head to toe. 

She gave me the heat from the nectar.

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She gave me more than I could ever dream. 

She gave me a scorching photograph, 

She gave me the sounds of ecstasy. 

She gave me the needle to my addiction. 

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She gave me more time than I anticipated. 

She gave me a bounce to my next few steps, 

She gave me a window to inhale her air. 

She gave me the reason to appreciate what I have. 

Charlene Ridgeway

Below a obsidian moon,
Charlene is dancing full throttle.
Young in her veins with her rainbow hair.
China doll skin with a tiger tooth heart.
The partners in her life leap from carnivals and parades.
They disappear like bounced checks.
The melancholy tattoos display her jagged edges.
Charlene is spoken like a truck driver who drove 10,000 miles across the country.
The clowns in the middle have stolen her despair,
Down the hallway you won’t see a picture of tranquility.
Her last name Ridgeway stands strong like a statue.
She can play the harp like Cupid on Valentine’s Day.
She can cook like a gourmet chef,
But no man has lurched in far enough to open up the door to see the harlequin skeletons.