Abandoned

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The sun leaves the sky every night;
The silent dark leaves the brazen light;
The foaming sea leaves the quiet shore,
Who knows what has been here long before.
The bee, in his short life, leaves each flower
And each second leaves behind each hour.
Love is left by lovers who lied;
Tears leave the eyes just because they cried.
What has come will go away some day;
A poet warned, nothing gold can stay.

You

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Every time I think I am getting over
you,
A friend comes home
And says,
”You’re better off, boo”;
Or
an underwear
You
left
behind,
Sneaks out
of our drawer,
And fucks with my mind;
Or
I see some guy
Walking down the street…
And I am reminded
of your
Hair,
or eyes,
or gait,
or feet –
And, no matter what therapy I have gainfully employed,
You
descend on my heart,
And I find it
destroyed.

Come Back

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Come back to me when it’s the end of the year,
When we can set aside the past,
When Christmas trees mean something,
When disillusionment doesn’t last;

Come back to me, when you learn what I gave,
When I understand where I went wrong,
When life’s capable of dealing with love,
When there won’t be sadness in every song.

Come back to me, when tears have had their fill,
When sadness will give up for a change,
When winter won’t really seem so cold,
When hope doesnt feel so very strange.

Come back to me, when you realise what you did,
When all has been done and said,
When we still can, while we still can,
Know that love is not dead.