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Jan 2011
As night falls, the moon calls.
The cool wind blows across the lands.
Yet, here I still stand.
The flames of our love have long since burned.
And my heart misses your touch, I have now learned.
I gaze at that spot where you once stood.
Loving someone else, I never could.
But you never did know my love for you.
I wish I'd told you before you flew.
Off into the night, to begin a new life.
Yet, here I still stand,
My heart filled with strife.
In my dreams you return to this place.
And without words, I close that space, between us.
Maybe you felt the same about me,
The sadness i your eyes is easy to see.
But no tears ever spilled from those eyes.
Not till we said our last goodbyes.
Yet, here I still stand,
My tongue tied.
Wishing to take back all those lies.
That I told about my love for you.
Now I can't deny, it's purely true.
The piercing wind, covers the sound of your foot falls.
As I stand here unknowingly, not hearing your calls.
You put your lips to my ear.
And tell me I have nothing to fear.
Our lips were made for eachother.
It's like we were forever lovers.
Our hands clasped never to release.
You have put my mind at peace.
But this all seems too good to be true,
And then I awake, without you,
My hand is empty and alone,
My love has been shown.
Yet, here, I still stand.
My love bundled up in my chest.
Never, to rest.
Sydney Adams Phillips
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