New Zealand    1998 -    
Is this poetry now, just words to you?
Have you forgotten all we used to do?
Or are you still, in love my dear?
and if that's true, why aren't you here?
Is this poetry now, just words to you?
Have you forgotten all we used to do?
Or are you still, in love my dear?
and if that's true, why aren't you here?

The last words I plan to write
before the darkness, of endless night,
will be just these, short and few,
I'm sorry for what, I did to you.

The curtain falls, and ushers in,
a blackness, mirrored deep within,
the stands are empty, the stage is dark,
my footsteps echo, as I embark.

And so I leave the stage behind,
the glorious world, where I once shined,
sans hope, sans light, sans life, sans air
I know where I'm going, and I'm not yet there.

What am I supposed to do? As I feel you slip away?
What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say?
I just wanted to be yours, I just wanted us to last,
but now all our forevers, just feel like moments in the past.

But I want to wake up with you, and I want to be your love,
and I want to make it through this, and I want to rise above,
So please don't up and leave me, please don't be gone for good,
you make me so, so happy, like no one ever could.

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I once used words to build a girl wings,
Made her an angel who flew on false strings,
I wrote her endless passages of heartfelt emotion,
as I sat and stared out at the endless blue ocean.

But now I feel to much, to find the prose,
to compare your beauty, to that of a rose,
for it's incomparable, to all else I see,
but know that you, are beauty to me.

So though I don't write like I once did of her,
know that it's you, that I prefer.
For the right words don't exist, to say I love you,
but I assure you that, I truly do

When all is gone,
that matters now,
one last poem,
survives somehow.
And so you read,
and so it goes,
explaining this,
in rhyme or prose;
My dear sweet love,
I love you still,
with all my heart,
I always will.

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She's a night spent partying, 'cause she makes me feel alive,
And she's bubblegum ice cream that makes me happy like I'm five.
She's a day out in the sun, 'cause she lights up my life,
And she's the starry night sky to forget all my strife.
She's a soft, soft pillow, 'cause she helps me fall asleep,
And she's a sad song at midnight being there when I weep.
She's that one perfect person who makes everything fine,
And yet somehow I managed to make her mine.

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The Last Wordsmith
The Last Wordsmith
Nov 21, 2016

The most amazing girl, there's ever been,
with the cutest smile, I've ever seen,
I could wait forever, and it would be fine,
but I don't want to wait, for you to be mine,
you make make me happier, than I thought I could be,
nothing's as perfect, as you and me,

Oh dear sweetheart, it'd be so fine,
so how about it, will you be mine?

 
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