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 Oct 2015 Charles
AM
Unrequited Love
 Oct 2015 Charles
AM
I know that she is the sun for you
the shining light of your smile
who brings warmth inside your heart
that is why I decided to be your moon
the only spark you see in the night
who will watch over you inside the dark
 Oct 2015 Charles
Ash
i don't know anymore
what can you do when
you feel like you've lost grasp
of the human being you
might've even trusted the most

the greatest tandem
i thought we were
but then again
probably thats because
i trusted you too much

you ******* me over
so hard, yes, you did
and no words can
ever describe the pain
that i felt, that i feel

and i don't know
what hurts even more
being far from you or
being near to you and
reminding me of the pain

i hate that it all
makes so much sense
i looked up to you
and you up there
looked down at me

so i'll i try to recover
and i swear when i do
i'll run back to you
to make the same mistake
the best one i've ever made
She --
albeit still
and very distant;

tiptoes
'round
my heart;

constantly
pirouetting
in my mind

And I am left
seeking --
where she hides;

crashing
towards her
spell;

wondering
if she ever --
misses me at all~
 Oct 2015 Charles
mk
he can't tell
that she's been crying
while she promises him
she's "fine"
he can't tell
that she's slowly dying
when she tells him
"everything's alright"

you'll lose her
she's fading
this won't last long
you'll be left
empty handed
wondering
where you went wrong
by that time
it'll be
too late
she'll be
*gone.
so cliché i'm gagging
Who can feel these drops
Who can heal this numbing pain
Can you feel how this heart stops
As tears begin to fall like rain

One drop, two drops, now three
Tear after fallen tear I will cry
Too many drops, I am too blind to see
An empty room and I wonder why

Four drops, five drops, now six
No one will see, no one will come
Broken heart that no one can fix
Too many drops for some
Copyright © Chris Smith 2008
 Oct 2015 Charles
Lakin
Gypsy Souls
 Oct 2015 Charles
Lakin
Your tires sped off
in the direction of tomorrow
while I sat below a streetlight in
the wasteland of yesterday.

Its artificial glow created
silhouettes of occasional by-passers.
(Their footsteps scraped against cold
pavement and the sound reverberated
in my ears like your name.)

Car engines echoed from blocks
over and I mistook them as whispers
from ghosts of our clouded past- reminding me
that we were both once children of the open road;
although, I’m now orphaned on familiar lines of double yellow.
I hope this is as powerful as I had hoped for. enjoy **
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