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Through dark skies,
I've sat all alone,
With tears in my eyes,
It's all I've ever known,

But every storm dies,
And this I know,
Because when you entered my life,
All left was a rainbow
She's the innocence in my heart,
The dreams I can never capture~

The beauty in my art,
And the words from my favorite chapter~

Though, I dream in the dark,
Aware through all that has shattered~

Where in my heart,
I know, to her, I'll never matter~

With no words, no art,
Nothing hereafter
Bryan Lunsford Dec 2019
In her presence, I am lost,
Searching for words that I cannot find,
As discombobulated thoughts,
Persist to clutter my mind,
She continues to talk,
Though, have no words to reply,
So I nod,
Then look into her eyes,
Where, still, all words are lost,
But happiness, I find
Bryan Lunsford Sep 2019
Within a small, countryside, two-bedroom house,
It's my ex-lover and I laying on her mother's living room couch,
There, seeing with drool running from her mouth,
I know, it's without a doubt, only because she's high as a cloud,

Though, in the midst of watching her nod in and out,
I begin to realize how much I love this woman right now–
Knowing her life could end any second with this route she persists to go down,

And albeit, a needle in her arm may be all she cares about now,
But still, I remember a time when our love was the greatest in town,
As it feels like it was just yesterday we were going to buy our own two-bedroom house,

But now, I don't know what to do,
As I check her pulse–
Realizing those dreams likely will never come true,
Because with her barely alive now,
A future with her only feels of gloom,

Yet, I thank the Lord for her and pray her life doesn't end in doom,
For at one time this woman was my best friend–
The one I told everything to–
The woman that I tried to give my life to,

Yet, with a tear, then two falling from my eyes,
I tell her "I love you"

Though I hear not a reply,
But still know she loves me too,
Because it's still her–
Just the drug inside of her tells her what to do,
For she means no harm and only wants to live again as normal people do,

Though, the reality within this room,
Is we no longer have space to grow,
But this woman–
I just may never be able to let go,
Because I'm afraid if I do–
If I let her go–
The drug will take her life with her next overdose,

And in this second,
As my thoughts ravage at my soul,
I wipe her drool away and pull her close,
Begin to pray–
Hoping one day she lets this drug go,

But until then,
We'll stay together in this hell with not a way to go–
Holding onto each other and the memories of yesterday's hope
Bryan Lunsford Aug 2019
She's beautiful,
And it shows,
But her beauty I love most,
Not in her petals,
But where the roots grow
Bryan Lunsford Jul 2019
I wrote a letter,
And called her earlier this afternoon,

With so much building pressure,
I dread what I'm about to do,

Yet, I know she deserves better,
And that's something I can't dispute,

Because no matter how long we're together,
I know she'll never be you
Bryan Lunsford Mar 2019
Words were merely words--
And only that to me,
Until she became the words--
The words to my poetry
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