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Arthur Blank Jan 2021
How I wait for you
Till stars turn to morning dew
Vanquish this darkness
I wait and for you I pray
All that comes is just the day.
Arthur Blank Jan 2021
My lonlyness is
The empty bottle sitting
On the beds nightstand
Staring coldly back at me
The only picture of you.
My first stab at this form, haven't wrote in awhile so I just wrote what was on my mind.
Arthur Blank Dec 2020
Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down upon me, jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
To come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now
Thought I'd see you one more time again

There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now
Arthur Blank Sep 2020
O' how you whispered
In fair weather, then came rain
And you were silent.
Arthur Blank Sep 2020
**** that whiskey burns
Hot fire served cold, one sip
To forget our blues.
Saturday nights spent alone. Cheers boys🥃
Arthur Blank Sep 2020
I am but the moon
Enslaved to chase the sunset
Searching for her love.
on love
Arthur Blank Aug 2020
To write a poem
Is like writing a riddle,
Always make them guess.
Im not a fan of Similes but this one works.
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