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Gregory Mark May 2013
I don't want to be left out, but
I don't really want to make a scene
I looked up with tired eyes and
Thought I saw you starring back at me
But I quickly looked away because
If you weren't it would crush my self-esteem
It's better not to know the truth and
Slip back into my own waking dream
Where I'd walk on up to you , grab
Your hand and watch your smile grow
Share a good laugh and a kiss, ask
You to dance and swing you to and fro
Don't care what tomorrow brings, this
Happy moments all we need to know...

That's how I want our lives to go

But I'm still sitting by myself
Wondering if you feel the way I do
At night when you close your eyes, do you
Ever see me lying next to you?
And would you be surprised if I
Took your hand or would you refuse?
And send me on my way alone, with nothing
But a new case of the blues...

What do I really have to lose?
Gregory Mark May 2013
My mind starts to wonder while I’m walking underneath a waning moon
Is it long till morning or will the sunrise ruin this night too soon?
Thoughts keep on creeping like the shadows from the clouds in the sky
I try to wait it out, hope the wind blows and pushes them by
I trust where my legs lead me though my mind does not remember the way
The moonlight masks the worry that hangs so heavy during the day
I keep on the weathered path worn by those who’ve walked here before
Twisting through the hills and trees, curving at the feet of the shore
I thought I knew this trail but I’ve never seen it look quite like this
It’s nothing different really, just something my eyes always have missed
If you look out past the water and take the time to stare at the sky
You see stars falling from the moon, as if the heavens are starting to cry
The stars rain down and light the waves that crash so fiercely into the land
I can almost feel the tears when I reach out for the wind with my hands
I grab onto the mist in the air and turn to head back toward where I came
Carrying the tears of the moon with me, a reminder that we all can feel pain

— The End —