Monthly Archives: March 2014

Patience, my dear

And though she may live in reality
Her life is made up of fiction
In her fairy tale of color
There exists no sign of black or white
Each wall torn down by dreams
Every road paved with imagination
Of nothing becomes everything
If only the seed is allowed to grow.

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For him / To her

If he smiles, then she would know
It’s all for the better for her to go
As response
Her eyes met his
Her lips formed euphoria
And she died in his arms that night.

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He said

Today is a painful reminder
Of what we used to be
A one year anniversary
Of memories foreseen

All I ever wanted
Was everything we had
The thought of us forgotten
It’s all beyond sad.

We agreed to never speak
To divide what had been bought
But erase you from my life
I fear I cannot.

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Spaces between the lines
Leave the rooms empty
Yet a thousand times.

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To speak

I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me how much you love me. How much you care. I need the words to leave your mouth and come from your heart. I need them to touch my soul. I need to embrace them. I need you to tell me. To tell me how we met, how we cared for another, how we loved, each day, each month, each year that passed. I need your words to comfort my…my questioning soul of confusion. I need to understand. This is what you want. This is what you need. I am what you want. I am what you need. I am who you love. I need you to tell me how much you love me and I need to be able to tell it to you back. Please, if it’s the last thing you do, if it’s the last words we ever share together. Tell me. Tell me it was love.

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Where we walk

I walked with you by your side
Day in and day out
Not questioning the path
Or if our story was right

I trusted each line you said
After dark in no light
Thinking truth was spoken
With every chapter we read

As our tale unfolded
Taking turns for the worse
I still held on to us
Believing this was how it would be molded

And as changes stormed
I kept on reading each phrase
Hoping we would see
A whole new world to be explored

As each story has a beginning
Every day followed by night
We closed our book
Separating us as the ending.

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