Tag: Hope

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.

Last Kiss

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I look for you in different faces,
Some are cold and some are kind;
But I can’t touch any of the spaces,
Where love was gentle and blind.

I reach out to strangers,
Unmindful of their fear, too,
That there are certain dangers
Of trying to forget you.

I seek them out and express all my hope,
That someone out there will feel,
Will bar anxiety, or help me cope,
Wipe my tears, or help me heal –

But it all ends up happening again –
Expectations burn promise.
New hurt makes stronger unforgotten pain,
From your last words and our last kiss.