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In the between Jun 2013
Sitting here in a quandary I
Can't help but reflect on years gone by.
I have someone now,she is
A question mark but so is faith right
I find that even when I'm at a
happy place in life
I still suffer.
She does make me smile though.......

Was alone' now.....
By Paul R
In the between Jun 2013
Disappointed by all things grey

I blew out a kiss

She said thanks but 
 no thanks anyways

Alas the sun has come out to play
But you see 
I’m basking inside 

Let me know when it fades away


The  forgotten By Paul R
In the between Jun 2013
This hearts optional

And  the Hugs are free

Hey man you’re lucky to have known her

Hey man At least you had 
an Annabel Lee


Void 
By Paul R
In the between Jun 2013
I stowed away 
on a wooden cart 

With calloused heels

And road kissed wheels 

Thanking him for my depart

A bottle of glue in my pocket

To mend back the pieces

Of a once lovely heart

A plastic tarp covering my innocence
as I ride through the night
,
Stowed away on this wooden cart

I’m hearing rain

Graciously shy, now starting to fall

I’m hearing rain dear friends 

What’s happened to one,oh lovelies

Will happen to all

The road seems to be getting worse

As his tears pour from the sky

But dear friends don’t worry

You see’ I’m finding sweet solace

I’ll never again have to ask “why”

Rhythmic patterns I hear

From the Masters pulling this cart

Traveling to a destination =unknown

Im Stowed away safely

Repairing a once broken heart


a wooden cart

By Paul R
In the between Jun 2013
I stowed away 
on a wooden cart 

With calloused heels

And road kissed wheels 

Thanking him for my depart

A bottle of glue in my pocket

To mend back the pieces

Of a once lovely heart

A plastic tarp covering my innocence
as I ride through the night
,
Stowed away on this wooden cart

I’m hearing rain

Graciously shy, now starting to fall

I’m hearing rain dear friends 

What’s happened to one,oh lovelies

Will happen to all

The road seems to be getting worse

As his tears pour from the sky

But dear friends don’t worry

You see’ I’m finding sweet solace

I’ll never again have to ask “why”

Rhythmic patterns I hear

From the Masters pulling this cart

Traveling to a destination =unknown

Im Stowed away safely

Repairing a once broken heart


a wooden cart

By Paul R

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