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Wandering soul Mar 2014
I look for an outlet
A reason
Any reason
To be sad
Because then
I dnt Hv to think about
What's really bothering me
Wandering soul Mar 2014
He saw her
From his window
One rainy day
She was smiling at nothing
And drenching wet
He waved

She was crying
Next to him
One rainy day
And he put his arm around her
And told her it would be okay

She took his hand then
And they would sit together
And knew that they would
Want no one else
No matter the weather

And finally they confessed
What was in their hearts
And I'm still as much in love
In every way
As I was
that rainy day
True story
Wandering soul Mar 2014
She longs to sleep
Feel the dim light of the moon
On her skin
She longs to see him
Her angel

And with her head
On the pillow
And her heart
On her tongue
She waits just
For him to come

Every long day
As evening comes
She's swept off her feet
At least till she realises
It's just a dream

Till one day
When she kisses him goodbye
She sees a feather of his wings
On her pillow at night

And as she looks at the sky
She can almost swear
That in the twinkling stars
She can see his face
Right there

And out of  her window she goes
Feather in hand
She can't live without him
She smiles as she falls
*Forever his to stand
To have him is death
Wandering soul Mar 2014
One by one
She threw
all she owned
And the fire jus grew
It raged beyond
Her eyes
And in she threw
All of the lies
All the pain
All the hurt
And then
Stripped clean
And bathed anew
She walked over to him
And her heart torn with love
Arrived naked in front of him
And she said
"If I have you
I need nothing "
Wandering soul Mar 2014
I wish I could lose myself
In your world
See your dreams
Your hopes
Your aspirations
Hear what makes you laugh
And know what makes you cry
See the world through your eyes
And then maybe I'll finally see
What is it exactly
That you see in me
Wandering soul Mar 2014
My words
embrace me
Wrap me in a cocoon
Spinning tighter
and tighter
Till I'm lost in my own web
Of delusions
Till I'm lost
In the world I've created
And till my words
Spinning yarns
Are finally free
And I with them
And that is what poetry
Is to me
Wandering soul Mar 2014
My body is intact
But my soul is ash
There's nothing that remains
There's no love, there's no pain
The fire is quenched
And all that's left
Is a shell
Hollow
With memories
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