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 Feb 2016 Jenny Cerna
Star Gazer
Sigh a little louder maybe they’ll hear you,
Cry a little river while you’re at it too.
Scream your lungs out for the world to hear,
And yet no one lends you a listening ear.
You look for someone close to turn to,
But all your peers have their back turned too.

Am I the bars leaving her imprisonment,
Or was her “I love you” not what she meant.
You can throw in the towel
Wave the white flag in your hand
Surrendering is your plan
Giving up cause you can
Buried the thought of us in the sand
When you finally walk away
I'll still be here standing
Fighting for you
Or is it out of pride that I can't have you
But I'm not through
Whenever you run out of breath I'll be the oxygen
The power when your lights go out
Even if you hate me
My love won't escape me
When your long gone
Still it will burn bright
Illuminating the night
I promised I'd fight
So I'm not through
The memory is realer then you and me
And I know we hate to think about it
But I still remember
How we loved each other so freely
I still remember how carelessly with let ourselves go
You were mine and I was yours
If you were wounded and hurt
If it made you heal faster I'd lick your sores
I still remember how you would give anything to be with me
I can't forget
These memories are realer then you and me
And if thinking about it causes you pain
Just know I'm on that same train
I still remember the first time I said I loved you
I still remember that time i thought I'd lost you
Back then when things were simple and we were friends
But things change
I still remember on the phone I ask you to marry me
To my grave I'd take my love
To my grave I'll except your hate  
But if it's not to late
I hope you remember
I still love you
Does thoughts of me rise like the morning sun
Does it set your heart on fire
Bright ember red as thoughts of me fill your head
Do you fall in a deep love all over again like someone cast a spell
Does your mind swell like a well Impaled
From the heavens letting go what they withheld
Or does hate perched on your frontal lobe come from behind its veil  
Does thoughts of me crush your soul
Do you become bitter and cold like steal pole in the winter snow
Have you put up safety nets
And when I'm brought up
Do you cast them back out to see
What do you feel when you think of me

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