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 Mar 2016 Rockie
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Love is like driftwood
coming and going
with the tide

Love is a hurt animal
breaking the quiet
of the night

Love is like smoke
through a spiderweb
hard to hold onto

Love is pleasure, love is pain
like sunshine and rain.
 Mar 2016 Rockie
Lily
Perspective
 Mar 2016 Rockie
Lily
People**
No matter how much you try to show them
Would only see the things they prefer to see
you blame yourself for everything.
you believe you could have done
something,
anything
to have prevented the event from occurring.
but darling,
humans are responsible for their own actions,
all decisions are self-made.
i know you have heard the voices in your head
tell you otherwise.
this is all your fault
and I know you persuaded to your heart and soul
with a melody of pleading.
please stay with me, for me
but they were deaf to your music.
do not blame yourself
for their lack of knowledge.
do not blame yourself
for their failure.
so please,
do not blame yourself
for not being able to
be their savior.
The cracked stones I step on,
By time forced apart,
The roads that I walk down,
Reflect my broken heart,
The places I once loved just make me,
Want to go back to the start,
When the stones and roads you walked on,
Were as precious as art.

The time that passed,
May have made me change,
And after years and months,
I know I'm not the same,
But a piece of my soul,
Will always remain,
Untouched, unbroken,
Where she will stay.

Her eyes will not leave the back of my mind,
Not for long,
But that's okay,
She opened mine.
walk down
You'll be fine when...
Eternal lie...
Waiting never...
Made anyone feel...
Better...
Once you've...you'll feel different
Cruel promise...
Aiming the wrong way...
Won't get any closer...
To truth...
Just a phase*
Dismissal...
Will not help...
Denial is...
Pointless
The clouds are purer white, and spread across the sky,
The sun can breathe a gentle hush of hope into my eye -
A simple hint that this
may be more than just a glimpse,
That I may see the spring and summer again before I die.

But when the days are bright, I feel worse come the night,
When the sun has left me all alone to trust my straining sight.
The shadows in my room,
The closing sense of doom,
I have no spirit left to fight and no way left to keep the light.

So though the air is pure, and birds are singing for
the end of winter, start of spring, there's no way to be sure,
That I will make it through
to see another June,
Or that I will not end my evening by bleeding on the floor.
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