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Silent now the television
Silent now the telephone
Silently I sit here,
Silent and alone.

I’m not sure why the poems
Are much harder now to write
Not sure why the sleep
Comes harder every night
Not sure if all the trials in life
Are harder now to take
I’m not sure that when the morning comes
That I will even wake.

If I was asked to take a risk
Not sure that I would dare
I’m not sure if I was dying
Anyone would care
Not sure that Heaven waits for me
Behind the pure white Pearly Gate
If I asked for fifteen minutes more
Not sure the Reaper-man would wait.

I’m not sure if my mistakes in life
Outweigh any good
Not even sure that honestly
I’ve done the best I could
Not sure when folks remember me
If they will grimace, or they’ll grin
Not sure official scorekeepers
Would vote my life a win.

Not sure if I have lived before
Not sure if there’s a second chance
Not even sure with lessons
I could learn to dance this dance
The world makes me dizzy
The carousel spins too fast.
Not sure my horse could win the derby
The brass ring might have already passed.
But I'm not sure.

Silently I sit here.

PwL 6/16/15
Not sure why wrote this.  :-)
 Jun 2015 Femina Hlychho
anu
I Can't be with you
But You Can't be without me

I Can't talk to you
But You Can't stop talking without me

I Can't  See  you
But You Can't  see me even if your are with me

I Can't  Get you
But You Can't Get Out of me

In My Illusion..
I Will be with peoples whom i liked most ...Still they all close to my hearts...The Wonderful world i had..which never lend me to long...
 Jun 2015 Femina Hlychho
Havran
I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
You.
Found.
Me.


When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.

I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-  
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.

Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?
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