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Hello poetry
a home for my aching soul
goodbye cowardice
Hope is a solemn
thing. As soon as she pulls you
in, she always leaves
Sky is comepetely dark
The town is asleep
Almost time for the signing lark
As the sun will soon start to creep

Not much longer til morning rises
This little city will wake
Bringing a day full of surprises
Waiting for dawn to break

But for now the stars shine bright
For everyone who is awake tonight
Waiting for morning to come.
 Jun 2015 The Broken Poet
Maryann
Let me crash on the shoreline,
the way your tears will collide
with your eyelids and your cheeks.
Let every part of me sink
beneath the uncharted waters,
the way you will drown in grief.
Let me tread the ocean floor
and leave imprints on the sand,
the way I have left you mine
upon the deepest part of your heart.

Let me stay –
Even if it’s just my ghostly figure,
even if it meant looking at same star
from a different angle, from a different universe.
Let me stay with you.
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