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I think I left a part of me in someone else's hands
I'm counting on my memory to tell me where I am
But what if all the tracks I laid begin to disappear
Will anybody know the way that gets me out of here
I hear the train inside my head delivering the news
Your sense of rationality was beaten black and blue
Suppose there be a remedy for every kind of pain
Or I could simply use a mask to hide it all the same
I wonder if I'd recognize the face I used to see
My home is not the place I had believed it once to be
these are words written
by you.

words that i cannot write
at this hour.
lost words eclipsed by drunken,
sober thoughts of you.

it is past midnight, i cannot write
a word or two.
Isn't it funny how others are quick to judgment
And ignore others without a sense of acknowledgment
Some are  broken, while some hold the pieces together
But just because some can appear balanced
Doesn't mean that they are any better

You are the morning to a dark night,
Giving me hope, when I lose sight
You are the lesson of patience,
You have taught me pure dedication

You have loved me when I could not love myself
You broke down my walls when all else failed
Although you may have doubts of your own
Know you will never face them alone

Just as you have shown me to love living
And given me a reason to keep believing
I will be there if you ever lose it all
To be your base, when you start to fall

Just as you have told me, it's okay to not be okay
I will be here if your mind ever wanders astray
Just as you have been a friend to me
I will be the same for you

I wish you well, and much love,
on your birthday,
kisses and hugs.
My best firends birthday is coming up and I decided to write her something, I figured it's more meaningful than anthing that can be bought.
 Feb 2014 poetrychick
Xilhouette
Tomorrow might be a good day,
There is nothing else to say.
For I may have a date,
With a wonderful gal called fate.
 Feb 2014 poetrychick
Xilhouette
So tonight it's just me
and my guitar
I guess it's alright to be
Gazing on that star

But tonight I own it;
I have it for my own
The wonderful night: moonlit
And the day: bemoan

The stars they seem to blind
These eyes of mine; tired
My guitar? Not that unkind
My pen? Truly inspired

The night is all mine
But it's saying: "get out of my sight"
So I reply: "I'll wait for the sun to shine
so maybe for now, goodnight"
Xilhouette © 2011

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