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 Apr 2017 Estefany Loza
Garry
You were the light
at the end of my tunnel;
The rest at the end of my day
and I thought I'd have forever
to say the words I'd like to say.

But life moves on
And time goes by.
People change
and feelings die.

Now my tunnels have no ending
my days end in an empty bed
and I sit alone surrounded
by the words I never said.
The honeysuckle blooms,
emitting fumes,
of blissful change
and sweet delight.

The dripping of nectar
through colorful rays,
soothe and sway
an endless day.

A season to die,
a season to grow,
an ocean of time,
the ebb and flow.

Winter is waiting with songs left unsung,
but now it is winter and life is still young.
 Apr 2017 Estefany Loza
a friend
skating around the idea that i
might be
better off
alone.
Thank you for
Been there for me
Baby loving me
Truly loving me
Always making me
Feel loved when I was
Down thank you from
The bottom of
My warm caring heart
Thank you baby I love you.
David P Carroll
Thank You
Finding love
where only lust resides
is like
stopping the moon's pull
on the oceans' tides.
 Apr 2017 Estefany Loza
jess
ribcage
 Apr 2017 Estefany Loza
jess
the human heart
is the size of
a closed fist.
it punches
in my chest,
leaving bruises
on my soul

it beats out the
everylastbit
of love i hold.
show me how
i can ever
set myself free
from the idea
that, i, too
am bitterly alone.

— The End —