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bulb

I wish I could plant a bulb And grow a tree. A tree with lights That all can see. I wish I could plant a bulb And grow a flower That had enough energy To light a tower. ~Ash

lock

Its under lock and key This heart of mine Try your best Take you time Perhaps if you ask Or take the risk Pick the lock Or use the key Either way The hearts yours

Authoritative and regal The word is smooth across Except for the little g It reaches down as if to help The tones are lyrical of except of course for the little g. It jerks the fun to a stop And gives a low growl The word manager is quite a word So many descriptive qualities The match the word perfectly Making the definition nearly obsolete. ~Ash

level

There is no such thing As perfect level Perfect pitch Perfect balance Life is never level Or in the right pitch Or even in balance. We must go with it Live it it Because good or bad It is bearable ~Ash

New and different His eyes are luminous His lips are lush With hair so silky Foreign and exotic Arrogant and rude Silly boy doesn't know What he would do With a girl with an attitude

Tiny and helpful Little and good My little gadget Is made from wood. It rings with a dong When it's meant to ding It's gears creak When they tick I love my little gadget Useful and good Tiny and helpful Too bad it doesn't do as it should.

robot

He's so emotionless So perfect I'm the mess I'm the one emotionally wrecked He waits silently Waiting for me to turn him on Not knowing when he will react violently. He's a robot perfectly drawn Perfect drawn details Made with smooth lines It's my heart he impales After all, I ignored all the signs I got hurt He won I'm in the dirt But not the only one.

He strums the string with such a grace A serene smile on his face His love in his words I hear His heart laid out there so dear His acoustic guitar is so pristine I will always smile at what we have seen

His kisses addictive His smile is a slow burn A taste of whiskey on every word

Light it up Let it burn Show that man how it hurts Douse his life in gasoline Start a fire he can't control Leave him amid the acrid smoke Watch it burn Let him know Just how far a hurt girl will go.

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Ash wrote about level
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