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There's something 'bout the way you smile
I can see sadness behind your eyes
You can't help but feel unwanted
'Cause you've been taken for granted

You find yourself trapped in your fears
'Cause you've been holding back your tears
But don't be scared to let it go
I'll be here with you through it all

When the wind is blowing so hard
And starts to tear your world apart
I'll stay by your side to hold you
Baby if you'd just let me to

When the rain starts to fall on you
And there's no place you can run to
I'll be right there to hold your hand
If you would just give me a chance

When someone goes and breaks your heart
I'll be right next to where you are
I never wanna see you cry
I wish you would just let me try

I will put my arms around you
I will stand in the rain with you
I will wipe away all those tears
I want you to know that i'm here

Wish i could be the one for you
I swear my love for you is true
I wish you would just let me try
And never let me leave your side
#true #love
I could not have spoken the words
In to music for the sadness
You feel my friend,
Sorrow,
Heartache,
Loss,
My fingers play the pain
You feel in your heart,
Each note, is special
I play this from my soul
I play this with tears upon my cheek
Each note is a tear falling
For the pain you must feel
"Know that I am here"
With these notes and keys
I cant know what you feel,
Pain,
Confusion,
Loss,
Know that each note,
Is to help and sooth this pain
It was played with
Piano tears,
Each note a sound heard
Drifting to the
Heavens,
Above tears do fall,
Knowing that
You miss them,
And this music from the soul is heard.
(My 800th poem since joining in Feb14)
Into my quiet, peaceful life
Steps a man full of strife
Sniffin' 'round, like a hound
Just a dog of desire'
Is it the soft brown eyes
That fill me with relief
And make me forget
The snap of his teeth,
Or the wag of his tail
As he strokes my leg
That never fails
To make my heart beg.
He's out and around
With a ***** in the sack
but at his scratch at the door
I take him back.
What will end my need
For this wandering seed
O' What will **** my fire
for these Dogs of desire?
...............JMF 1999
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The crystal face is missing from this witness to the deed.
It doesn’t have its’ seconds hand, there is no longer need.
The date displays “11”. That it always will
to remind us of the day on in which fanaticism killed.
I look upon Todd Beamer’s watch and experience a chill,
realizing that while Time truly flies, it also can stand still.
A tale of 9-11 flight 93
I sit on the old wooden panels
Making up the bayside dock
Not a sound to be heard
A single lantern providing
A small amount of light
In a sea of darkness
I stare into the water
Seeing nothing but black
It's as if
If I were to jump
I'd fall endlessly into an abyss
In the distance are the siloets of trees
Bordering the river
The horizon just barely looking over
Trying to get a peak
I touch the water
A ripple races through
Like broken glass
It's on the old wood panels
Of the bayside dock
I find happiness
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