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Frank Sherwood Nov 2017
Wasn't too likely,
You missed me nightly,
But the drug drip makes memories appear.

Road lines, coerce the mind
I was believing in something,
Still smell the same, your wet lips on my cheek reminded me of the good days.

When I was yours and you were mine.
Second chances aren't easy,
Guess it's you I have to define.
Guess the saying is true, they always come back.
Frank Sherwood Nov 2017
And so I am nothing
No I don't mean
I am physically not here or mentally a burden.
But something told me once in the distance that
I. Am. Nothing.

What truly is nothing?
It's a state of being, provided by the unforgivable truth that this realm,
this place of living.
Simply does not exist.

The storm clouds ****** you in,
A whirlwind of juxtaposition screaming it can't be true!
There's gotta be something more to this.

But still, I am nothing.

We keep pulling our whits together to make believe that love will save us.
Whether it's the tender hand placed on your back or the loving grip of the soft skin that turns to wrinkles that show the true ending of the story.

We are all made to turn to ash.

I am still nothing.
You're a grain of sand on a bitter beach.
i was living in a fantasy world

until i met you.

you made me see the world 

or the reality of life. 

you made me see

you, my reality.
  Nov 2017 Frank Sherwood
Mark Lecuona
I’m going to do different this time
I’m not going to do waiting
I’m not going to do afraid
But who am I kidding
I’m the one whose heart already paid

The screen behind me is full of sound
But you can’t hear anything
The images are all about life
What’s it about, seeing, believing
I’m sad that you can feel so much doubt

Did you notice something?
Everybody was together
Laughing and crying
What is it about, color?
I know we’re the same
We all want a lover

I don’t want to be at war with anybody
Say it loud, how are you anyway?
We all wasted days, so many
Stop thinking that way
It’s still your life
Nobody has taken it away

How did we meet
So many leaves, floating aimlessly
We both fell from the sky
Our eyes met, wet from the rain
Our bodies felt, the cold of the rake
Will the wind scatter us once again?

No matter how long the table
Or the age of the wine, born today
We can’t take it home unless we dream
We kissed with our eyes open
We both wanted to know
Can you love a heart already broken?
  Nov 2017 Frank Sherwood
Star BG
We are all dancers with words
together connect with a creative invisible cord
laced in a melody that plays from heart.
inspired by communication with Lady of Ravenhill  Thanks
Frank Sherwood Nov 2017
Made it, it's another day.

Despite the crippling notions,
Suppressive rain drenching my head,
Detail-oriented accounts of you,
Hours locked in a bed.

Another day.

Food degrading to ash,
Your voice inside my cortex,
Gutting emotions,
A dull machete
"Just give me what's next"

It's another day

Hauntings, a ghostly other lover,
Begging to sleep between,
Because to me there is no other,

"Don't forget me" was said

Thank God, another day

Pleading up a universe,
Disintegrate all agony,
If only for a minute, "let me sleep"

"Let me believe I can feel again in my dreams"

A morrow makes a heart mend, right?

So far, another day
The next day compromise.
Heal it, heal it all!
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