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Down deep beneath the desert sands
My sight grows bright
In the darkness my wisdom begins
As I wonder the depths
I learn all I know
There are others... deep beneath the earth
Crooked with age, wide eyed with sight we do not know
Underneath the feet of walking dead
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James St James
Do you remember?
I'll bet you do,
You said you'd never change.
You kept your word,
Like you promised to,
but along with time, came age.
When you asked me why I loved you
For so many years it seems,
I told you that our love is perfect
And floats on sweetened dreams.
But what I didn't tell you
Was where it lay,
Deep within my heart.
Our love is that fateful day
That almost tore me apart.
Underneath that shady tree
Is where we used to talk.
We'd share our secrets,
We's share our fears,
And round the pond we'd walk.
Our love is the bridge we passed along
The way back to my home,
Where you kissed my cheek
And took my hand,
And whispered "we're alone."
I knew I'd always loved you,
But memories weren't much
Until we found a place to hold
The love our memories touch.
We put our love inside the knots
Of the tall old shady tree
When in my hair you tied love knots
And gently kissed my cheek.
To me, our love blongs in places
Where when we pass them by,
We're reminded of the love we shared,
Long after time passed by. |
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His back turns and he walks away. Footsteps echoing in the hall. The back that I know so well, gets smaller as he leaves me. “We” were not very long, but the feelings were the same, or maybe not. He goes and takes me with him, parts of me I can never get back. The wrenching pain tearing out my heart. I can feel it go, it hurts so bad I want to scream.
But I don’t.
I keep calm, never to let my emotions show. Never to let this wall down. No one must know my truth. No one must know I am weak, unable to stand solely on my own. I put on my smiling face. I pass him in the hall and smile and wave. I see him in class and act as if nothings wrong. When inside burning with feelings I can’t explain, locked down deep inside for the only one I ever let through. But maybe, it’s better to keep them there. Never to surface them.
To let them die… with the rest of me.
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He drank too much
that fatal night,
he drank so that
he saw the light,
blinded by the brightness
he stumbled around,
staggering as he moved
ending one the ground,
he closed his eyes
and fell asleep,
having happy thoughts
ending in peace,
he's watching over
all of us,
as he did when
came pass the bus,
he saw as if
from a cloud,
as people gathered
and became a croud,
he watched time pass
as people morned,
the loss of him
that dark sad morn,
his memory lives
and so does he,
in our hearts
where he'll forever be...
We all love and miss you deeply Colin.. i hope to see you again one day... |
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