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 Aug 2018 Billy Tolosa
Traveler
High in the forest trees
Summer spirits
   Ride the breeze...
Timeless souls
Beneath they gather
Summer hearts
   Waxing fatter...
Summer romance
Nature's desire
All of her children
   Drawn to the fire...
Something else
Is about to bloom
Underneath
   An Autumn Moon...
Traveler Tim
When it's taken, a leap of faith,
and, when heart's been robbed of its chime,
When behind the lids eyes take shelter,
and things make no more sense to the mind
When a walk by his side brings the universe to her
and life until now is a wasted errand
All this churning, welling up and heaving
just to feel his touch and hold his hand...
How do you ask your love can I hold your hand? Once.
There are some relations
That don't need a connection
Through blood
They don't need to have existed
Since eternity
They rely on pure
Love
Understanding
Loyalty
And
Most importantly
A connection
A connection so strong
So raw
It's almost as if
It were made
Consciously
To last
To survive
To cherish
Through anything
It happens
For no rhyme
Or reason
It's rare
It's beautiful
It lasts for an eternity
So be sure
To cherish it
While it lasts
In the naive hands
Of a mortal
It's times like now when I can see nothing

I look in the mirror, something truly haunting

Like extras in movies, a movie called Life

I sometimes think Death will come holding a Scythe

Lost in my world, a world of confusion

Can't tell a depression from manic intrusion

I'm stuck in a limbo, a grave of cracked glass

A sad silent tomb, hide my somber past

A life without dogs is a second one gone

The first was to find my shoulder to lean on

Though young I may be my soul lenses are old

If someone afar could relate I'd be sold

Now fading away like a ghost in the light

Hope for your sake that you sleep well tonight
 Jul 2018 Billy Tolosa
Morgan
You touched me when I didn’t want you to
And I was so young I didn’t know what to do
It was your own personal game
Even though it filled me with shame
I let it go on, maybe for a little too long
Until I started to feel like I didn’t belong
I shut myself out from the world
And sat alone while my thoughts whirled
Through my head, until I couldn’t stand
To look at myself without feeling like I was under your command

That was when everything started to go downhill
And I began to start losing my will
With all the emotions pulling me apart
I could feel them begin to break my heart
I could feel myself starting to drown in pain
And it made me go insane

Why did I feel so much guilt?
It was making my self-confidence wilt
Why did I feel so sad?
Maybe because he was always like my second dad
Why did I feel so insecure?
Maybe because of what I had to endure
Why did I feel so alone?
Maybe because no one else had known
Why did I feel so angry?
After all, I was finally free

Or so I thought at least
But instead, it was like the pain just increased
And I was back to square one
Which was thinking about what he had done
And asking myself why
I mean for years we all thought he was a good guy

Then came the nightmares
And nothing else compares
To the way they made me feel
Because it was always so surreal
Like I was reliving the day
When all I wanted was for it to go away

Why won’t the pain go away?
But instead, it decides to stay
I mean what did I do
To deserve what you put me through?

Maybe I will never know
But I do know that I will grow
Through everything you did
Because god forbid
I let another day go by
Of me sitting in my room trying not to cry
Because I am done
Letting myself feel like you won
Strangely, your existence feels familiar
I think I've seen your face somewhere,
or was it your voice that I heard?
or was it your skin that I touched?

Are you sure this is our first meeting?
I'm not quite sure, though, but if it is,
why do I feel like my soul has known you forever?
why do I feel like my heart has been longing for you?

Well, I can't help but wonder,
when your deep brown eyes met mine anxiously
when your tongue spelled my name fluently
do you, by any chance, recognize me too?

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