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Chalsey Wilder Dec 2015
“You know I will always love you, but I just have to make a change for myself."
That's what she said. I shouldn't have ever believed her
A canvas burnt red,
Stood tall, in flames.
No time to tread,
The receding rouge waves.
I seemed to be, a tad bit lost,
Understandable, I know.
The kiss but a frost,
A cold,pale shadow.
When fire and ice,
Fuse in glee.
They lovingly entice,
All those who see.
Naturally, I too was caught,
In a sea of joy.
What it brought,
Was no evil ploy.
A feeling so cold,yet warm,
It shivered down my spine.
While it seemed to swarm,
Every one of my nine.
This was just a dream,
A trance mesmerising.
The noiseless scream,
Echoed,tantalising.
Then she entered,
A light in the day.
And so my heart tendered,
With her smile,forcing me to stay.
The grains of sand,
Seemed to stop their descent.
While a single hair strand,
Shined,in the moon,crescent.
The vacuum of nothing,
Had begun to pull.
While clearly,something,
Had formed,rather full.
I took one last glance,
At her smile serene.
And was caught in a trance,
That seemed, not mean.
Alas I had no choice,
But to walk away slowly.
No time to rejoice,
Time only,to be lonely.
Do come for me
when the night swallows me whole
bring sunlight in your words
come rescue me

Do come for me
when life has failed me so
and
I am standing on a bridge
come talk to me

when fate knocks at my door
a day before I go
please cover me  from harm
don't let her take me

Do come for me
and bring sunlight
and bring hope
break my chains
and warm my blood to save me

Don't cry for me
if all attempts to save my soul
have fallen short of hope
if my  mind has become mold
release me
let me go, do free me

Your courage
has ******* fate
you honor life, never death
in silence and with grace

without striking a cord
you do it not for praise
now hear me

if I break
before you get here
do  pray for me
To that modest hero who would give his life for others and then writes it off ever so modestly as doing his job.
Tomorrow I have decided
I will explain all the poems I write;
For each and every haiku,
I'll give you a little insight.

If I write about fire, I'll tell you
I feel happy or angry or inspired
And if they're about my bedroom,
Then I'm probably really tired.

I don't think this needs explanation
It's not very creative, I know...
But the next time I hit you with syllables,
I'll explain every joy and woe.
But...I'll wait until tomorrow. ;D
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