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America Unbroken

America Unbrokenby Michael DoyleTime comes at us with brutality,Not caring at all about our humanity.Every second comes with its own rush.The weakest of us feels the crush.Cutting through the skin to the inside,Until it takes every part of our pride.That’s … Continue reading

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Fifty-Five Years Gone

Fifty-Five Years Goneby Michael DoyleFrom crayons to my sister’s perfume,I was lost deep inside the White Room.Things of death made me feel fear,And I needed another atmosphere.I lost myself on memory lane,Half convinced that life slips down the drain.Looking for … Continue reading

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Full of Moments

Full of Momentsby Michael DoyleLife is full of momentsOf “I can’t understand”.Maybe I don’t need toAs long as I’m holding your hand.There’s so muchThat I don’t know.From the mistakes that I’ve madeI’d guess it shows. I’ve made my peaceWith most … Continue reading

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Beneath the Skin

Beneath the Skinby Michael DoyleThere just beneath my skinAs simple as you pleaseIs the real me that beginsWith the will not to appeaseBut to be just who I am insideBehind my appearance, I hideDisguised by the roles I playIs the … Continue reading

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Shifting Through the Ashes

Shifting Through the Ashesby Michael DoyleStanding here talking close togetherYou say it’s for worse or for betterShifting through the ashes of an argumentCan you tell me, baby, where the money’s spent?You laugh and concede it as a steady needWaiting for … Continue reading

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If You Should Let Go

If You Should Let Goby Michael DoyleBelieveJust believeA little bit longerHold OnJust hold onA little bit strongerTo that love in your soulWhen your passion gives up controlEven when you feel down and outThis is the only thing you can’t doubtYou … Continue reading

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Better Than Okay

Better Than Okayby Michael DoyleWhy don’t you come inside?There’s nothing we need to hideBesides, it’s cold outsideAnd I have something to confideThere’s something that feels rightIn my darkness, you might be the lightThere’s something about the wayYou make me feel … Continue reading

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The Gift of Darkness

The Gift of Darknessby Michael DoyleLifeGave me the gift of darknessStrifeIn a world filled with harshnessIt was a gift Though it took years to understandThoughts shiftAs you travel the years and the landDarkness Is as important as lightIt takes harshnessTo … Continue reading

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The Quiet Colors

The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading

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In A Million Days

In A Million Daysby Michael DoyleI find myself drowning in the ocean of youIn all of the good things I’ve learned to be trueThere, deep within your beautiful, dreamy eyesIs my future that I’ve come to recognizeIt’s said that looks … Continue reading

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