Without You


Without You

What do I need from you,
Nothing much I guess,
Except perhaps a look,
Making me a mess.

What could I ask for,
What have you not given,
May just be a chance,
To forgive and be forgiven.

What can I possibly now say,
See, I’ve been around a while,
But I’m still looking for something,
That can just like that, make me smile.

Even now, when all is but over,
I just don’t know what to give,
To make us more beautiful,
That call out to us, to live.

What is still missing.
Between you and I,
That poems must remain,
The way you look in my eyes.

I don’t know what to say,
I don’t know what to do,
All I know, my love, is that,
Something’s missing, without you.

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Walls


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I lay brick over brick,
Laboriously I build,
Walls so tall around me,
So no one around can see.

I paint myself invisible,
I hide myself away,
Behind those walls, so mighty,
So no one can touch me, even slightly.

I welcome the night,
It brings with it the darkness,
A blanket, if you will,
Under which I can lie, still.

It’s not my fears,
That make me look away,
It’s the pain of my misery,
It’s us, and our history.

It’s the walking away,
It’s the breaking of hearts,
It’s how you tore me down,
Turned every smile to a frown.

It’s these walls alone,
That can keep me safe,
Away from the eyes,
Away from a love that dies.

I build these walls,
Brick by each brick,
To keep myself hidden,
To save me from the anarchy within.

Love Doesn’t Last


 

You dream yourself a life,
Envision yourself a shadow,
Close your eyes and pray,
For just the perfect tomorrow.

A story you wish to write,
Short, about two friends,
Design a happy ending,
And all you end up with is a fight.

A deep cup of coffee,
Deeper conversations still,
So much said in the silence,
So much that couldn’t be.

Memories that were made to be shared,
To be cherished by just you two,
They run down your face in tears,
Sign of a heart way beyond repair.

Isn’t this the story,
The one you set out to write,
You may not know this now,
That love’s end is always gory.

Call me a naysayer, or what you may,
History bears witness,
And broken hearts tell stories,
That true or not, Love doesn’t stay.