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Cassie Mae Jan 2011
It was the dark
that held me.
Laying on the grass
collecting dew,
breathing steam.

The moon,
the stars,
black wrapped me up,
and held me.

Then,
there was you.
Then,
there was morning.
A sunrise,
red, orange, yellow.
So bright I shut my eyes,
you shielded yours.

The dark came again.
I felt something,
deep inside,
a tug,
a pang,
a hurt.

Fumbling,
crawling alone
into the dark again.

I can still see you.

There's no more sunrise.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2006
Cassie Mae Jan 2011
i can't do this anymore.
i can't take the pain.
it Hurts so bad,
so bad.

i need someone to talk to.
to tell you that i Hurt.
i Hurt not because you left me
but because i never had you.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2005
Cassie Mae Jan 2011
I couldn't live if you loved her.
I couldn't breathe if you kissed her.
I couldn't move if you touched her.
I couldn't speak if you whispered to her.
I couldn't sleep if you dreamt of her.
I couldn't smile if you laughed with her.
I couldn't feel if you cared for her.
If you don't love me
love anyone but her.
I couldn't live if you loved her.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2005
Cassie Mae Jan 2011
Could it get any better,
the way you smile?
Could your eyes
be any more green?
Could your laugh
ring any louder in my ears?
Could your words
remain any longer in my mind?
Could you ever
be mine to have
forever and ever?
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2005
Cassie Mae Jan 2011
Whatever she is doing to you
is ruining your eyes.
They're losing their blue.

Whatever she is doing to you
needs to stop.
I miss your true blue.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2005
Cassie Mae Jan 2011
These are times I wonder
if he even really sees me.
Am I only there
when he needs me to be?
Sometimes I think to myself
and ask, "Am I invisible?"

These are times I know
he watches what I do.
But not the way
I watch his every move.

These are times I believe there's hope,
but most of the time I know there isn't.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2004
Cassie Mae Jan 2011
I miss the sound of crickets
and the smell of summer rain.
I miss the warm sun on my tan skin
as I lay on a rocky beach.

As a cold wind chaps my cheeks
I dream of Florida or California.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2004
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