No

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I painted you for your birthday;
I saw you happy with the flowers;
There was joy, and laughter, and cake;
But all of it lasted a few hours.

Cakes are eaten and art is forgotten;
Smiles, like flowers, die;
Everything that I thought was truth,
How quick becomes a lie!

There lies a bitter miscommunication,
In language and in thought;
If I could only disremember, too,
All that you, by default, forgot.

You say no, when you mean ask,
I think of “no” as consent withdrawn;
I see passion that means intimacy,
And you see the devil with his horn.

The hours pass and you return home;
My home remains the one you’ll leave;
So here lies love, with no faith, or calm,
That may yet choose to deceive.

The flowers are wilting, as I type,
The memories I made, still shake me;
As death comes for the flowers, I smile,
Hoping he, at least, won’t forsake me.

I Wish

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I used to wish for many things.
I wished for a dog I could raise.
I wished to meet Superman.
I wished for my father’s praise…

I wished people I love wouldn’t leave;
I wished for love and laughter…
I once believed in fairy tales
And a happily ever after.

I wished, and I wished,
And slowly, I grew,
And woefully realised
All wishes do not come true.

And, if they did,
They brought deception,
For I thought I’d be happy
At their reception.

So I wish now to be wise;
But then I set this wish on you;
A gentle wish that I
Not miss us more than you.

If the Moon Loved Me

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If the moon loved me,
He would be jealous of you;
And would keep you wanting,
Until you proved to be true.

If the moon loved me,
He would let me dream;
He would fling the tides,
And let them scream.

If the moon loved me,
I’d rule every night,
Fly with the dark,
Away from the light.

If the moon loved me,
I’d learn how to cope,
With shadows and fear,
With death and with hope.