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Deedee Nov 2017
It's all out in the open
Your secrets and lies have been spoken
She now knows who you talk to at night
Who it is you have in your sight
She has read the messages you have sent
She read the things you said about her while you vent

It was the perfect opportunity to set us both free
It could have been you and me finally
You said you would take me away from it all
Instead I'm left here looking the fool

A fool to believe that you ever loved me
A fool to believe that you ever cared
A fool to believe anything you ever said
Deedee Nov 2017
It was a whirlwind adventure
Just you and me
Meeting up every night in our dreams

Candles lit and the fire roaring
Your cuddles so warming
Red wine flowing
One bottle two bottle three bottle four.
For hours we talk
In this our dream walk

As the sun rises I get pulled away
I just want to sleep for another day

I roll over to my love
But his love just isn't enough
He smiles and moves my hair from my face
Another day put to waste

But I carry on living in the nightmare I put myself in
I don't give **** about my worries and sins
All this worry we are living in, terrorism soaring this life so unfulfilling and boring. Too much hate in the world diving us - no one loving and uniting us.
Every day brings a new fight to survive but what the point if your already dead inside?

So anyway
I get on about my day
Waiting to sleep deep
So I can finally see your face
In this our dream walk.
  Oct 2017 Deedee
MikeTheVike
i’ve been thinking a lot
about your hand in mine
the way that our fingers
and palms intertwine

but i think about death
about loss, about worth
i admit that i fear
to return to the earth

where our bodies dissolve
into roots of a tree
and will grow into trunk
then limb, then leaf

but i've heard from a bird
that death will reverse
and your heart will beat hard
like it did at your birth

so hold on for dear life
with your hand in mine
if death makes us let go
it is only for time



© Mike Mortensen
  Oct 2017 Deedee
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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[You] are the whisper
          that
floats
        on
the
           wind,
giving me a hope
I never want to end.

[You] are my wish
            from
                a
                         ­     falling
                                          star,
    ­     my lucky penny
in that old glass jar.

[You] are my heart
        that
gentle
            caress,
touching me deep
with such tenderness.

[You] are the shine
      from
that
             silver
         moon,
the word of your promise
a faithful love tune.

[You] are my sun
a
        true
                loving
                       ­ light,
                      stay in my heart
forever shining bright.
~
Deedee Oct 2017
I'm left here broken and sore
I've found myself back on this floor
You promised you would handle my heart with care
But where are you in this my moment of despair?
The connection we have will never fade
But the memory of you is too hard for me to take
I can't deal with this heartache anymore
I don't know if I can pick myself up off this floor
All I need was to know you are there
But the thought of me you just can't bare
Another love lost
My heart goes back to frost
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