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10-12-03

Locked away and hidden Old scars have come to surface That should have been forgiven And should have served their purpose Why now must these ghosts haunt me And wound me in my sleep When I close my eyes I still see It’s caused my heart to weep

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8-15-03

“Across the Sky” So, on my stone “I loved them all” I was alone I loved too much For her, I see My heart did fall She’s not for me Nor is her touch She never knew At least I think How my heart grew As time passed by Oh how I failed As ships […]

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11-10-02

Penetrating is the stare Of one who loves. Reciprocating mirror; An endless glance. Yes I know, I feel it too. It fills the room. Hearts start beating in rhythm. We can not blink. No moment will be wasted. No way, not here. Starting now is forever. Ending never. Nor will my heart ever fade Your […]

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10-10-02

My breathing deeper My thoughts on you Your way is cheaper My way is true I feel like singing But cannot speak My eyes are gleaming It’s you I seek Your thoughts are pure Yet you are not I am your cure It’s me you’ve caught You mustn’t know The way I feel My eyes […]

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10-03-02

Your icy claws They clench my soul The bitter chill The dead of night I see no stars The ones you stole Were all too real There is no light So please let go I won’t resist I will not fight I see your lies If you say ‘no’ Sweet lips I’ll kiss I’ll hold […]

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9-27-02

Rejections feared They have come true My heart’s been seared Romantic coup All hopes and dreams They fade away Unraveled seams Begin to fray Eyes wide open Still not seeing Always hoping And believing I will collapse I fall apart There’s left no chance For lonely hearts When waves crash down A sight to see […]

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9-13-02

“Paper Heart” My paper heart stopped beating today. No warning. The wrinkled edges stopped breathing. Too many wholes punched through Worn too thin The blood that once flowed through it… Like color to the painter Melody to the musician The artist’s painting dries The musician’s rhythm eventually slows

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9-09-02

The truly original Masters of lyrical Borderline spiritual Are pieces of art. The people we meet Who walk down the street Who might lie, who might cheat Are pieces of art Myself? I am torn My soul has been worn My spirit forlorn You’ve broken my heart As silence stands still The way that I […]