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Dec 2010 · 929
If I Had A Spare Heart
If I had a spare heart
that would beat just the same,
If I had a spare heart
to replace one in pain,
If I had a spare heart
to make everything okay,
If I had a spare heart,
I could love you.

If I had a spare heart
after you'd destroyed mine,
If I had a spare heart,
I could place it inside.
If I had a spare heart
that could erase the pain,
If I had a spare heart,
I could love you.

But the one heart I have
is too fragile to break,
and, with none to replace it,
I won't make that mistake.
If I had a spare heart,
then I'd have one to lose,
But I don't,
so I cannot love you.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.
Dec 2010 · 616
Love
Oh, the things one will do
for the love of another,
Be they a friend,
or be they a lover.

For the former,
they bend, and they stretch, and cram,
Providing camaradarie
as no other can.

For the latter,
they smile, and stutter, and stare,
But once they're united,
such passion they share.

Which love proves truest?
time only knows,
For one love shall perish,
but the other shall grow.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.
Dec 2010 · 1.1k
To Inspire
It came with valor,
It came with honor,
It came to save the day,

It came to build,
recruit, reinforce;
It came to assist as it may,

It came with a flash,
It came with a light
that turned the black night into day-

It came to inspire
the stagnant minds
of those who are drifting away.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.
There is no time like the present;
     with each second comes a new song-
     every minute brings a new dream.

There is no time like the present;
     every instant plays a crucial part
     within the Grand Scheme.

There is no time like the present,
     for with every second, every minute, every instant-
     with every passing moment, it is gone.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.
Dec 2010 · 804
Behind the Mask
I lie awake, for the millionth night,
Unable to sleep, with you in mind
And I wonder,
     Have you felt this way before?

The moments drag on, when you're not here,
The thought of you- so dear
And I wonder,
      Have you felt this way before?

My love for you is yet undying,
Behind the mask, my heart is crying
Wondering,
      Have you felt this way before?
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.
Dec 2010 · 1.0k
Summertime
The once lively day turned utterly silent.
As clouds crept in, the earth kept quiet.

For a brief moment, movement ceased;
It seemed as life did not exist.

Then, with a distant, rumbling sound,
Water, softly, dropped to the ground,

And the soft pitter-patter of the falling rain
Painted the asphalt black again.

Thus, spring had finally gone,
And the summertime was, once again, reborn.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.
Dec 2010 · 672
The Plea
I look at the face of the one I once knew
My beloved- a face so empty;
the face that once was filled with life;
that overflowed with passion-
I look at the face of the one I once knew,
and nothing is all I see.

A blank stare,
not a smile,
emotions: absent; gone into hiding
Nothing is all I see.

Nothing,
emptiness,
lifelessness,
Nothing.

But more than nothing,
you are something;
somebody;
alive and breathing.

Where have you gone, oh dear one?
Where have you gone, my love?
I do not know this spirit,
I do not know this heart.

Return to me, beloved.
I miss your shining light.
Come to my home,
there's a place for you.

Rest your head upon my shoulder,
dance with me, my dear.
The love you once gave
shall return;
Your face be made anew.

My love is never-ending,
come home, come home.
I have called you, called you;
yet no reply have I heard.

I still await the day you awaken,
Journey home to ever-after;
I anticipate the day we meet again,
face to face;
I keep your bed warm every night,
just in case.

The invitation is open,
Oh beloved, please come home.
For I have missed you greatly,
and I love you more than you know.

If your empty eyes still see,
See my love,
my perfect love.

If you can hear me calling you,
Come home, child.
Come home.
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2010-2014.

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