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LizzyM Apr 2018
Teardrops on a book,
Take flight in the harsh morning air;
Turning into particles of ice,
Just as the cold feeling stinging my body internally and externally.

Days like these,
I wonder what my friends are doing,
And I wish I could be with them,
But instead I am sitting here;
Lost, disillusioned, hopeless, and cold.
  Apr 2018 LizzyM
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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  Mar 2018 LizzyM
Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
LizzyM Mar 2018
There came a time when I eventually stopped revolving my 11:11 wishes on ephemeral memories of him and his galactic presence.

The galaxies in his eyes seem further away now,
but that is okay;
I am okay.

I don't love that boy anymore,
but a piece of me will always long to be an astronaut.

— The End —