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This is for you, my dear,
Hold onto the memories past,
Remember all that you fear;
Smile, for those days are gone at last.

With every new tomorrow,
Let me take away your sorrow,
Let me heal your pain,
Let yourself be loved again.

You shan't believe me,
This, I know all too well.
But, perhaps, just perhaps, you will see
For you, I fell.

I know not how to convince you
That everything is true.
You're broken and so you say
That nobody will want you in any way.

Well, I guess I'm broken too,
And I don't care for another.
They might be better, it's true,
But you cared enough to bother.

Insomnia...

Oh, I love thee.
Being by your side,
It's a feeling so free;
If only you'll be my bride.

Oh, no longer do I feel the pain,
Neither that of sorrow.
Gone is my disdain;
Now, I long for tomorrow.

You're the rose that's in my heart,
A song that will never end;
Oh, say that we're never to part,
With you, I can feel myself mend.

Now the sappy shit is out of the way,
Let me honestly say,
Stop asking why I like you,
You won't believe me even if I said it's all true.

I can feel us drifting apart,
You can say it's all in my head.
All I know is I feel like a frozen, expired tart
Cold, numb, and left for dead.

It's not the 2am insecurities
Nor the late night calls
Those, I can handle even with meningitis;
It's when the boot falls.

When we're not talking,
When silence is in every rhyme and verse,
I get to thinking,
I've finally outlived my purpose


Ode To Compass...

A compass, shall it show,
With its needle stalwart and steadfast;
Guiding you on a path you both know,
Away from bitter memories past.

A compass, built to last;
A constant companion in a world thus vast;
One that shan't be lightly cast,
One that you shall trust.

You, my dear, are mine compass;
For, no matter rain or shine,
You show me the way
To your love thus divine.

Thankful...



Her cheeks, radiant and fair,
Shining under the amber sun.
Her smile, ever the loveliest to the stare;
Her eyes, twinkling from gay fun.

Playful waters lap around her little feet where she laid;
Waves crashing in the distance, caught by her attentive ears;
Echoing in her mind were words once said
By a man who promised to love her through the years.

Alluring brown eyes, devouring pages of a book she’s reading;
Soft, supple hands, wrapped around its leather binding;
Dark auburn hair gracefully fluttering in the autumn breeze;
No version or definition of “beauty” can get any better than these.

Standing some distance away, admiring her, is that very man
Who promised to be by her side in life;
Thanking God and every lucky star he possibly can
For lavishing upon him a most enchanting wife.

Rain...

Two souls embraced in the rain
On a cold September’s day.
Feeling one another’s pain,
Each, hoping the other will stay.

One hopes of a happier story;
When rain won’t hide her tears,
Of when she won’t be sorry
For telling him all her fears.

The other hopes she’ll know
Just how much he cares for her so.
Even though he won’t show,
He prays, from his side, she’ll ne’er go.

Two souls embraced in the rain
On a cold September’s day.
Healing one another’s pain
In every possible way.

Why...

She's the reason behind my smiles
And the one for whom I shall care.
Maybe she'll stay through the trials,
Hold mine hand and say she'll be there,
Until the end of my days.
I shall cherish her with my life,
Listen to each and every word she says;
I shall cherish her..my wife.

Senseless...



Love is such a senseless thing,
It makes one believe
In almost everything
Even the promise of a ring.

Hear now of a girl I’ll tell.
She makes my days seem so swell,
Even if to hear her voice so sweet
Or have her hug me when we meet.

When through her hair, mine fingers, shall their way find;
Her head, she rests upon mine palm.
Her subtle smile, one of its kind
Embedded, forever, in memory, warm and calm.

Her scent, unmistakable,
Lingers on in mine mind’s depository.
If I shall one day lose my way
Her scent, shall be my directory.

In her eyes, I see myself
Building with her a life,
One that won’t just be placed upon a shelf,
One that includes her...my wife.