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Randi Aurich

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Park Hills, MO, US

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I can't

by

Randi Aurich

I can’t lay my head on your shoulder
I can’t make fun because I am older
I can’t reach out to take your hand
I can’t laugh when you fail to take command
I can’t hold you when I’m sad
I can’t hug you when I’m glad
I can’t kiss you, even though I care
I can’t expect you to even be there
I can’t cry in front of your face
I can’t let people know of my disgrace
I can’t call just to chat
I can’t find the courage to do something like that
I can’t feel how warm your skin
I can’t explain; I wouldn’t know where to begin
I can’t expect you to call
I can’t do anything; no one there when I fall
I can’t poke you; it’s not the same
I can’t sneak to your house in a game
I can’t please you; that’s not important
I can’t forget all the time we’ve spent
I can’t look for you after class
I can’t forget you or our past


Untitled

by

Randi Aurich

The first day we talked
The next days we stalked

We wanted more
But we were so sore

When we finally met
My heart was set

On you my love
Love peace from a dove

If we stay together
It will be forever

In our heart
We shall not be a part

We could be strong
All day long

We will be side by side
For something no one can hide

That in our hearts is this feeling
That sometimes hits the ceiling

This feeling is...
Love my dear

Myself

by

Randi Aurich

I look to the heaven for answers,
I look to the ground for guilt,
I look to the east for help,
I look to the west for love,
As is known I look for love,
Love which is no where but gone.