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These Tears, This Pain

Someone told me one fine day about pain

lets you know you’re alive, can be again.

I wondered about that some years ago

everything I knew and didn’t know.

I wanted to be alone on my own

yet so much could I feel if I had known.

There were days of a steady disbelief.

I couldn’t know anything else but grief.

It’s easy to imagine no way out,

didn’t feel good left me wandering about.

I would crawl inside a symbolic hole

wondering if I might ever feel whole.

Whisper to me everything you know

helps me get past you, will help me to grow.

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Do You Write Stories?

She asked me that while looking in my eyes

I said I do only to sound sort of wise.

I went back to look and nothing made sense

So badly i wanted to give this love a chance.

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She told me my stories frightened her,

she thought they classified a pattern.

I wanted only her appeal to a passion,

a heartfelt solution to her indecision.

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Seems our lives are easily triggered

that noticeable desire deferred

Seems only now can we appreciate

the very love we so quickly negate.

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I wanted her to know my love is true

Instead we cascaded deep into a blue.