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May 2010
From the corner of my eye
I see you there, you're staring
In that black robe you are wearing
daring me to question you
From the corner of my eye
I know your curiosity
but paired with animosity
and I must find out why
The truthΒ Β I've always given
but your hatred it has driven
my heart it feels your bitterness
alone without a reason
could it just be the season
that you protest the feeling
the love in you, you're reeling
and yet don't understand
the movements of my hand
the melody that guides me
and sits so still beside me
that pushes me to heaven
from nightfall until seven
I think of you in time dear
and worship you with no fear
from the hem of my soft dress
until the dawning day
I will not feel distress
as you still pass my way
In sadness I will wonder
why you never speak to me
but maybe it is something
that was never meant to be
and this rhythm that i hear
is what will set me free
my wings are torn and tattered
from all the love thats scattered
but your voice was here
right next to my ear
with cynical solitude
alone I will fear
I feel you understand me not
and my heart aches alone
in some dark empty spot
so be it.
Just a thought after midnight...:)- From The Dark Faerie Journal
Written by
Sherrie Lee Hurd
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