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Jul 2011
She breathes heavy,
as her heart fades to black.
One moment not forgotten,
another that she lacks.

A heart beats asunder,
and her eyes, they grow cold.
Her tears sound like thunder,
and her body, it grows old.

A passion burning out,
and her smile, it fades away.
She turns to twist and shout,
and her pain, she will not say.

Sleep well my dear friend,
remember well this day.
When you wake with the morning,
I know you’ll be okay.

He walks another mile,
his heart is on his sleeve.
He longs to escape this place,
but he finds he cannot leave.

A mind that is in blunder,
and his eyes, they shine with dread.
He claims he does not love her,
and so he left his love for dead.

A passion misunderstood,
his smile is now a frown.
He claims he wants what’s good,
yet his world is upside down.

Trapped in a vicious circle,
time is running dry.
The future slips away,
but, dear friend, you must not cry.

Dear friend, I beg you this,
Be careful of the road you tread.
Many have wandered down this road,
only to find their ending dead.

As the air grows still,
the sun, it fades to black.
Longing to escape this place,
but there is no turning back.

Dear friend, I promise you,
the road your on is severe.
Walking blindly will end ruin,
but still you persevere.

As the waters grow cold,
the moon, it is blood red.
You spit out words you dare not say,
and regret the things you’ve said.

Walk on my faithful companion,
only you can find your path.
I am here when you’re in need,
Alone, you need not face love’s wrath.

And to you I solemnly swear
that our paths shall cross again.
And when you find that you’re in need,
I’m still here, Dear Friend.
John Chris Risner
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