At least you had a glimpse of bliss.

You made her laugh.
You made her blush.
And really, that should be enough.

You know her heart and always will.
A fire raged, but now just chill.
At least you had a grab at bliss.
No regrets! It's things like this
That make life Life, and so you live,
For to receive, you've got to give.

An open heart gets hurt as hell,
But closing keeps out joy as well.
At least you had a taste, young man.
You'll know it when it comes again.

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I have a drawer,
Full of poems,
I never want the,
World to see.

There came a point,
Where the medicine,
Designed to help,
Started to hurt.

I hear whispers,
In the night.
Somebody lurking,
Far away
Or are they,
Very close?
Paranoid,
Hanging crosses on doorknobs.
But does even Christ,
Have the power to protect me from things unreal?
Staring into the dark,
Fatigue eating at me.
Trying to be quiet,
So whatever is out there won't hear me breathe.

Dreams take me back,
To dark winter woods.
Howling winds,
I swear I saw it.
I swear it's real.

Darling,
Do you remember the picnic we had by the sea?
You told me,
To wait there for you.
Darling,
Where are you?
I'm still waiting,
In the same spot you told me to.